Page 47 of Twisted Pact
I shouldn’t do it. This is insane. We’re having this conversation while he’s supposedly planning a rescue operation for my sister.
But I do it anyway. Slide my hand down my stomach and under the waistband of my underwear. My fingers meet wetness that proves him right.
Well?
You’re not wrong.
Touch yourself while I tell you what I’m going to do to you when I get back. First, I’m going to slowly strip that shirt off you and make you stand there while I look at every inch of your body. Then, I’m going to lay you down on my bed and taste you until you’re begging me to stop.
My breath catches. I press my thighs together, but it only makes the ache worse.
Are you touching yourself, Mila?
I draw my bottom lip between my teeth as I type.
Yes.
Good girl. Circle your clit. Slowly, like my tongue would do it.
I have no fucking idea why, but I follow his instructions. My fingers move in tiny circles over the little bundle of nerves, making me gasp.
After I make you come with my mouth, I’m going to fuck you. No rushing. No holding back. I’m going to take my time and make sure you feel every inch of me.
Stop.
Stop what? Stop telling you how badly I want to be inside you? How I’ve been thinking about it for three weeks? How I can’t get the memory of your tight pussy out of my head?
This is inappropriate. You’re supposed to be rescuing my sister.
The team has it handled. I’m just sitting here waiting. Might as well make good use of the time by making you come over the phone. Now, slip a finger inside yourself. Tell me how wet you are.
I shouldn’t. This is wrong on so many levels, but I do it anyway, sliding one finger inside and moaning at how easily it goes.
Very wet.
Add another finger. Fuck yourself with them while you imagine it’s my cock.
I add a second finger and start moving them in and out while my thumb circles my clit. The combination makes me whimper.
Are you making those pretty sounds for me, Zaika?
Yes.
Good. Because when I get back, I want to hear you scream my name while I fuck you so hard you forget every cruel thing I said today.
You can’t just erase what you said with dirty talk.
I’m not trying to erase it. I’m trying to show you that whatever I said this afternoon, it doesn’t change how badly I want you. How much I’ve wanted you since the moment you walked into my life.
The admission shouldn’t matter, but it does. God help me, it does.
I’m close.
Already? We’ve barely started.
Stop teasing me.
Oh, I’m going to tease you until you’re dripping. Until you can’t think about anything except how good it’s going to feel when I’m finally inside you again.
