Page 30 of The Delta's Rogue
I rise onto my knees and place my hands on her thighs, sliding them up to the hem of her dress. My thumbs slip beneath the harness wrapped around her legs, trailing along the elastic.
She twitches, hips jerking, as I tease the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Her chest heaves as her back arches, pushing her breasts higher and placing them almost right in my face. I lean closer to blow on her nipples, watching with intrigue as they somehow harden more from the feel of my breath.
“Is this my punishment?” she asks, panting from her fake attempts to break free.
She could get out if she wanted to. The cuffs aren’t silver, and I’ve seen her skills. She’s an impressive fighter and strong, even though she’s tiny for a she-wolf. It makes her willingness to submit to me more meaningful. More special.
“It’s part of it.” I reach into my pockets for my phone and the other item I brought with me. I hold up the U-shaped toy for her to see, unlock my phone, and open the app that controls the device. It pulses lightly in my hand. I lean closer to her, placing it between our faces as I set my phone on the table. “I’m sure you know what this is?”
She inhales sharply, her eyes locked on it, the heat in them growing with every tremor of the vibrator held between my fingertips. “Yes, Sir. I do.”
“Do you remember your safe word?” I place it on her neck, right beneath her red collar, where her pulse flutters under her skin.
“Lemon,” she rasps out, her eyelids closing as I drag the vibrator down her chest and circle her breast with it.
“Good girl,” I whisper, moving it to her other breast and placing it right on her nipple. “Such a fucking good little rogue.”
She whimpers and yanks against her restraints.
I lift her dress around her waist and bring the vibrator to the front of her underwear. “I’m going to put this inside your pretty pussy, Sarina,” I say, lightly teasing her with it through the fabric. “While I meet with Forrest, it’s going to stay there, vibrating and pulsing, controlled by me”—I nod towards the phone on the table—“with this app. And you’re not allowed to come until I say you can.”
Her neck strains as she arches further and pushes her hips closer to me, seeking more friction from the toy, but I move it out of her reach. She groans in frustration, and I smile, tapping my phone to pause the pulses so I can slip the vibrator inside her.
“Do you understand, Baby Girl?” I slip my fingertips under the hem of her underwear, waiting to pull it aside until she verbalizes her agreement. “Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and wait to come until I let you?”
She nods frantically, her body tense and eyes squeezed shut.
But that’s not good enough for me. I snap the elastic garter wrapped around her thigh, reveling in the sound it makes when it hits her skin and eating up the quick yelp that slips from Sarina’s lips. “Words, Little Rogue. Use your words.”
“Yes, Sir. I can be your good little rogue,” she says between her short, rapid breaths, a moan tinting her voice as she speaks.
I slide her thong aside, running the tips of my fingers through her soaking-wet pussy. “Of course you can.” I bring the vibrator back to her entrance, rolling it through the juices coating her, then stand up to brush my lips against her ear as I whisper words of encouragement and praise to her. “I think your pussy is the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.”
“I thought you were a virgin.” She bucks her hips as I stimulate her with the toy, pumping it in and out of her.
“I am a virgin. But you know I’m not a monk or a saint,” I remind her, chuckling. I kiss her ear and her cheek, grinning at the rapid rising and falling of her breasts as she breathes through each torturous second of my teasing. “I’ve seen a fair number of pussies in my time here at the club. And I think yours is the prettiest, most mouthwatering pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I kiss her neck, and her head falls back, chin pointing at the ceiling. She moans, long and low, and the sound awakens the primal part of me, the beast that wants to lock her up and keep her by my side forever.
I peel my face away from her neck so the ruthless creature within me doesn’t take over.
I slide the vibrator inside her, watching her expression as it slips all the way in. Her lips part, and her throat tightens. Her fingers curl against the arm of the chair. She’s a vision, a little sex goddess—delightfully sinful and crafted from the essence of my darkest fantasies.
My fingers slip out of her pussy, and I press the pad of one against the front of the U-shaped toy where it rests against her clit. She gasps, and her hips search for more, but I cover her with her underwear again.
The urge to slip my fingers into my mouth and sample a taste of her is overwhelming and almost impossible to resist. But like the other night, this isn’t about me and my needs—other than my need to control her pleasure. I made a promise to myself I wouldn’t taste her until the time is right, and this isn’t that time.
I’ll get my taste, eventually, and it won’t be only a sample when I do.
I grab my phone and, with a few quick taps of my thumbs, turn the vibrator on to the mildest setting so it pulses lightly every minute or so. The vibrator’s outline is visible through her underwear. She breathes in and out, eyes closed and nipples hard, as a light sheen of sweat glistens on her brow. Her hips buck subtly, hands twitching in the cuffs, as if she wants to reach for her pussy to help bring herself closer to an orgasm.
She’s absolute perfection, so utterly helpless and completely at the mercy of my whims.
I glance at the time on my phone and then flick my gaze towards the room’s entrance, where Forrest is walking in, right on time for our meeting.
I cup Sarina’s cheek, glide my hand to her chin, and tug her head down so she meets my eyes. Pinching her jaw between my thumb and forefinger, I coo, “You’re doing so well already, Baby Girl.”
My phone buzzes, signaling that the vibrator inside her pussy is doing the same.
