Page 57 of His to Possess
“Say it,” I whispered, my lips hovering over her ear. “Tell me what you want.”
Her breath hitched, and she bit down on her finger to hold back the words. I grinned, satisfaction singing through my veins. Time was almost up, and I knew without a doubt that Laurel would not succumb to this particular challenge.
But the game wasn’t over yet… Not until I won.
I craved now to hear the sound of her voice, pleading for release, and so I continued my relentless assault on her senses.
I felt her thighs tighten around my head, but still, no sound. Impressive. But I wouldn’t be deterred.
With gentle fingers, I parted her folds, exposing her swollen clitoris. Her muscles clenched, and her head tossed from side to side, those lush lips tightly sealed. Denial fueled my own arousal, making me yearn for her surrender.
“Wet and ready,” I murmured, my breath stirring her soft flesh. “Just for me.” I nibbled gently, suckling lightly, my fingers already probing at her entrance.
“You like that, don’t you?” I breathed, my tongue swirling over her sensitive flesh. “You want more.”
Her body bucked, a silent “yes” as she pushed herself against my mouth. I granted her request, my tongue delving deeper, tasting her fully. My fingers found her entrance, and I pushed inside, seeking that magic spot.
Her walls clenched around as I thrust gently, my tongue dancing over her clitoris in perfect rhythm. I marveled at her tenacity.
“Ah, Laurel, so, so close, aren’t you?”
I slipped a third finger inside her, stretching her, filling her. My tongue never stopped its dance, pressing and swirling as I tasted her. Her body shuddered, her inner walls clenching around my fingers in silent supplication.
“Come for me,” my thumb pressing harder, my tongue flicking faster. “Let me hear you.”
But she didn’t. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her inner walls pulsing around my fingers as she teetered on the edge, my hand soaked with her juices. But she stayed quiet.
With a final, desperate thrust of my fingers and a flick of my tongue, I pushed her over the precipice. She trembled, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, but not a sound escaped her lips.
Slight frustration crept through me as she remained silent, resolute in her quest. But it was a challenge I hadn’t lost yet, and I wouldn’t be thwarted now.
She was a vision beneath me, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each desperate breath. The blindfold added an enticing layer of mystery, creating a barrier that only intensified my desire.I wanted to hear her voice, to hear her surrender, but she thwarted me at every turn.
Her thighs trembled as if inviting me to continue my erotic torture. Her scent beckoned me, her arousal coating my fingers as I prepared to push her over the edge once more. She was already close, teetering on the precipice, and with a few deft strokes, I could send her tumbling into another climax.
My tongue teased her clitoris, lapping with practiced precision. I could taste her need, savoring the essence of her desire. My fingers probed deeper, curling within her to find that magic spot that would unravel her control.
She was so sensitive now, each touch and caress mirrored by the undulations of her body. Her muscles clenched around me, tightening like a vise as I sought to drive her wild. The blindfold slipped slightly, and I paused to adjust it, ensuring her eyesight remained blocked.
“Do you like this?” I murmured, my lips “Or would you rather I use my mouth? My tongue?”
I didn’t wait for an answer, knowing she wouldn’t give me one.
Quickly, taking advantage of her highly sensitized state, I positioned myself between her legs at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, I was inside her, sheathing myself in her warmth. Her body yielded without a sound, and a dark satisfaction coursed through me.
This was unlike any game we had played before. She refused to succumb, remaining stubbornly silent despite the pleasure I had wrought. It was a challenge, one that stoked the fire in my veins.
I began to move, my hips snapping as I thrust into her. Her lips parted, but nothing but soundless gasps came out. Her body accepted me eagerly, her wetness enveloping me. Her silence, however, was maddening. I craved for her cries, her pleas, but she denied me that satisfaction.
Glancing at the timer, I realized time was running out. A rush of desperation fueled my movements, and I thrust faster, harder, my body demanding release. She arched beneath me, her muscles clenching around me as she peaked once more. Still, she remained quiet.
It was frustrating and exhilarating all at once. I had never encountered such resistance, such determination to deny me what I craved. But I was determined to win, to hear her voice surrender.
My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I snapped my hips against hers. The bed groaned beneath us, the rhythmic creaking in time with our fucking. Her nails dug into the bedsheets, as she struggled to maintain her silence.
The timer ticked closer to the deadline, and my thrusts became frantic, more desperate. I was so near, poised on the edge of my own release. I could feel it building, threatening to consume me. But I wanted more. I wanted her. I craved her surrender.
With one final, deep thrust, I buried myself within her. My hands reached up to tear at the blindfold, ripping it away and freeing her eyes.
