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“Good girl. That’s better.”
His words are soothing, helping me relax a little. His effect on me is almost scary. In such a short time, I’ve learned that I could mainline his approval.
“Now trail your fingers down your body. Slowly, feeling your skin, savoring the experience.”
That’s such a foreign idea to me.
“Stop just above your pubic bone.”
I obey, shaking a little as I glide over my rib cage, my stomach. Shockingly my skin is hypersensitive as every nerve awakens.
I stop where he says, my fingers hovering, my breath shallow and ragged. The anticipation he creates is a living thing. And my clit is pulsing.
“Spread your legs wider.” He waits while I comply. “Now bring your hips forward just a little. Show me your pussy.”
My heart misses its next beat, but I part my thighs, tilting my hips. The position opens me completely. It feels raw, vulnerable, and yet the way he leans forward slightly, his eyes devouring me, makes it thrilling.
“Part your labia.”
I suck in a breath, but he doesn’t relent.
“Let me see all of you.”
Am I really going to do this?
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lyra
“You have a safe word,” Stryker reminds me.
Momentarily I close my eyes as I wage my internal battle. Then I realize that if I don’t do this, I might always wonder what might have been.
My fingers wavering, I reach down to spread myself open.
The moment I do, cool air rushes over my slick folds.
I’m already damp, and the exposure makes me gasp. My body vibrates, and every inch of me is alive with need, chasing goose bumps across my skin.
“Is your clit throbbing?” His voice is a caress that pulls me deeper into this surrender.
“Yes.” The admission is raw, making my voice tremble.
“Stroke it,” he instructs. “Slow circles. Show me how much you want this.”
After the briefest hesitation, I do as he says. My pleasure is sharp and immediate, making me rock my hips involuntarily.
I sigh, then moan, my lips parting as I lose myself in the sensation. My thighs tremble. My pussy is slick and aching, and I’m on the edge, suddenly desperate for release. No matter how many orgasms he gives me, no matter how intense they are, he can have me on the verge of coming within seconds.
“Stop.”
His command makes me squeeze my eyes shut. But I can’t hold back my frustrated whimper.
From earlier, I know that he’ll make the wait worthwhile, but that doesn’t make this denial sting any less. He satisfied me so completely with his fingers. But now I’m aching to feel his cock inside me, filling me, claiming me. The thought makes my entire body pulse electrically.
“No argument?” He lifts an eyebrow. “You’re learning, Allie. Such a good girl.” Then, more quietly, he adds, “Such a good submissive.”
How can I argue with him when his words feel so right?
