Page 106 of The Curse of Golden Blood
"Use your words."
"Yes, my lord. I understand."
"Good girl." The praise made her shudder. I filed that away for later use. "Now, let's see how well you can follow instructions."
I positioned myself between her thighs again, letting my breath ghost over her wet heat. "I'm going to make you come, little dove. But you're going to have to earn it first."
"How?"
"By staying perfectly still. No matter what I do." I ran one finger through her folds, collecting the wetness there. "If you move, I stop. Understand?"
She nodded, then caught herself. "Yes, my lord."
"Good." I lowered my mouth to her, my tongue finding her clit in one slow, deliberate stroke.
Her whole body went rigid, fighting the instinct to arch into my touch. I could see the effort it took, the way her muscles trembled with restraint.
I worked her slowly, methodically, building the pleasure in steady waves. My tongue circled and flicked, never quite giving her the pressure she needed. Just enough to drive her mad.
When her hips twitched involuntarily, I pulled back. "What did I say?"
"I'm sorry," she gasped. "I'm trying."
"Try harder." I resumed my work, this time adding two fingers inside her. The stretch made her gasp, but she held herself still.
I curled my fingers, finding that spot deep inside that made her see stars, while my tongue worked her clit with increasing intensity. She was so wet, so ready, her body clenching around my fingers.
"You're doing so well," I murmured against her skin. "Taking everything I give you. Being such a good girl for me."
The praise broke something in her. A small whimper escaped her throat, and I felt her walls flutter around my fingers.
"That's it. Let me hear you. I want to know how good this feels."
I increased my pace, driving my fingers deeper, sucking her clit harder. Her breathing turned ragged, broken sounds falling from her lips. But she kept her body still, rigid with the effort of obeying.
"Please," she whispered. "Please, my lord, I need—"
"You're not allowed to come. Not until I give you permission. Do you understand?"
"I'll try—""You'll succeed." I ran my tongue along her slit in one long, torturous stroke. "Because you're my good girl, and good girls do as they're told."I set to work on her with single-minded focus.
My tongue circled her clit, then flicked against it with just enough pressure to make her hips jerk. I could taste how ready she was, how close she'd been before. It wouldn't take much to push her over.
Her breathing became ragged, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke that spot that returned her to heavens."Zydar," she gasped. "I can't."
"You can." I didn't stop, didn't slow. "You will. Hold it back."
I could feel her fighting it, every muscle in her body going taut as she tried to obey. Her walls clenched around my fingers, her hips bucking despite her best efforts to stay still.
"Please," she sobbed. "Please, I need—"
"You need to obey me." I sucked her clit into my mouth, hard, and she screamed.
Her release crashed over her before she could stop it. I felt it in the way she pulsed around my fingers, heard it in the broken cry that tore from her throat. She shook violently, her bound hands straining against the silk.
I pulled back immediately, sitting up to look at her. Her face was flushed, tears streaming down her cheeks, her expression a mix of pleasure and horror as she realized what she'd done.
"Oh, Mira." I brushed the hair away from her sweat-dampened forehead. "Naughty girl. You couldn't wait, could you?"
