Page 56 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
I plant my butt on the chair and huff. “Five.”
“No,” he says, and something in his voice makes me shiver in anticipation. “Start over.”
I swallow hard, my heart thumping madly. “One.”
His finger glides over my bottom lip. I stay completely still, waiting for whatever he wants to do instead of trying to anticipate him. He pushes against my lips, and I open my mouth. His warm finger slides over my tongue. I taste myself, and something that’s undeniably him.
He drags his finger out and I suck it gently before letting him go. “Two.”
He finds my clit and begins a rhythmic circling. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to move my hips in time with him.
“Three.”
His fingers travel lower, pressing against my opening in the same circular motion, but he doesn’t enter me. I swallow back a plea for relief and focus on my breathing.
“Four.”
He leans in as his fingers glide over me. “You’re doing so well. Do you want me to give you what you crave?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please.”
He laughs and removes his hand again.
“Please, Apollo,” I whine, the ache in my muscles becoming painful. I need to feel his fingers inside me. I need to feel him thrusting and pulling.
“Still trying to be in control. You think that if you just beg hard enough, I’ll give you what you want. Start over.”
“One,” I say, my voice small and pathetic.
His fingers return to my clit, rotating gently. It’s not enough pressure, but I know better than to try to increase it myself.
“Two.”
He slides up and down through me, the sound of my arousal loud in the quiet room.
My voice trembles. “Three.”
He presses down harder, giving me enough friction to stoke the fires in my center.
“Four,” I moan.
“Your desperation tastes like honey, decadent and smooth. I could punish you all day.”
I almost beg him again. The word “please” is so close to tumbling from my lips, but I hold together.
“Five.”
He pushes two fingers into me, stretching my aching muscles. I groan in relief, throwing my head back against the chair. His other hand works my clit as he pumps into me and I’m seeing stars behind the blindfold.
I squirm and whine, the pleasure suddenly all too much.
“Don’t you come. Not yet,” Apollo growls as he keeps up his delirious pace.
I bite down on my lip and pull on my legs, trying to close myself off, to obey the command. I focus on the feeling of my bound arms and ankles, willing my sensory attention to stay there. But it’s no use. He’s hitting me with perfect rhythmic strokes that are pushing me over the edge.
My body is hot, heart thundering, muscles spasming. I throw my head back again and whine. I know begging will get me nowhere, but what if I just come? What will he do?
His fingers slow and he holds me still as he leans in close. “You think I can’t feel that impish little thought?” His breath slides against my neck. “That desire to disobey?”
