Page 49 of Saddled in Secrets
“That’s not fair.” We both don’t need to suffer.
Bianca shrugs, totally unbothered. “Then do something about it.”
“Not until you’re mine.”
“Kinky ultimatum.” She huffs and squirms on the mattress. “Why can’t we just get off together? There’s no harm in that.”
“It’s all or nothing for me, Princess.” But I’m already too invested to turn away.
“Is that why you barged in here? You assumed I’d give in,” she accuses without malice.
“If I did, you’d be in a much more agreeable mood.” And she wouldn’t mention Scout ever again.
Bianca holds up the purple wand that’s coated in her desire. “Recognize this beauty?”
It’s a rhetorical question. There’s no mistaking the Kaya Thrusting G-Spot Heating Rabbit that I slid into her drawer. My vision distorts when she resumes fucking herself with the dildo, filling her pussy in a fluid motion. The quiet hum of the thrust setting kicks on and she swivels to hit that secret spot deep inside. I swallow roughly, but it’s impossible to speak.
She grins. “Mhmm, me too. Some might find it odd to discover their favorite type of sex toy in the nightstand of a bedroom that doesn’t belong to them. I’m choosing to be grateful since I forgot mine at home. The clit stimulator is top notch.”
And that’s when she flips on the vibration feature. Her breath hitches when the smaller tip finds its mark. She arches off the bed, the delicate curve meant to entice. My gaze devours the spectacle while I fight with the last of my resolve. The dildo remains fully seated inside her while she begins to rub the stimulator over her clit. From where I stand, she’s the definition of an erotic illusion. The alluring spectacle will vanish if I blink.
Indecision is a breeze disrupting the careful balance I’ve maintained for five years. Bianca is my best friend’s younger sister. She’s also the love of my life. It goes against my moral code to shackle her to me, but I’m relieved we’ve finally reached this point.
The conflict makes my head spin. I need to get ahold of myself.But my leer is roaming over her bare curves again in the next instant. She’s lush and warm and begging for relief. Bianca’s heavy-lidded gaze admires me in return. Those green eyes rove across my heaving chest, trailing lower while she pumps the toy in and out at a leisurely pace.
Why is she torturing me? She knows that I’m crazy about her. The truth has been spilling out of me like a broken pipe. Is this a test? I’m going to fail. This is how she wins. It’s only a matter of time until she claims victory in this battle of wills. The sparkle in her eyes is already accepting my defeat.
“What do you want from me?” The hitch in my voice might as well be a white flag.
She curls her index finger, beckoning me. “Your surrender.”
My gulp is thick. I promised myself I’d never let anyone control me again, but this is different. Bianca isn’t using her power over me to inflict harm. Her body craves pleasure and passion. I can give that to her without abandoning my plans.
“Can I touch you?”
“Only if I get to touch you,” she murmurs.
I shake my head immediately. “That’s not an option.”
“Then touch yourself. I want to watch you for a change.” Her hips roll forward, desperate for relief.
My cock leaks in response. I’m already so close. Bianca stretches her legs, splitting her naked thighs wider. The stark difference in our state of undress isn’t lost on me. I need the clothes as a defense. If I shuck the layers, nothing will stop me from hauling her against me. And then I’ll forget why I’m withholding sex.
The quiet buzz of her toy accompanies our labored exhales. We stare in silence. Three more seconds tick by. In the end, my obsession demands I claim her. Once and for all.
All she has to do is compromise.
“Tell me you’ll at least consider it,” I rasp.
“And if I do?”
“You’ll earn a reward.” I take a step closer to the bed, widening my stance. Renewed confidence puffs my chest when her gaze roves me. The desire in those green eyes isn’t misplaced. “I can make you come harder than you ever have before.”
A bright flush races up her slender throat, painting her cheeks red. “I like the sound of that.”
“Have you ever squirted, baby girl?”
She sucks in a sharp breath. “I don’t think so.”
