Page 16 of Come Out, Come Out

“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” He releases my hand roughly and steps into the tub with me–combat boots still on and all–forcing me to bump into the wall and knock over several bottles. The hard planes of his stomach and hip bones jut into my soft stomach as he crowds my space.

“Are you going to hurt me?” My voice drips with lust instead of apprehension.

“I’ll give you exactly what you need, don’t worry, love.” His gaze searches mine intently for several intense seconds. Thankfully, he’s satisfied with whatever he finds there. “Are you ready for me to make you feel good?”

The tension floods from my body at his promise. I continue to hold his gaze and eagerly agree to unspoken terms and conditions of what’s at play.

A wicked smirk curves his lips. “Very good, but you’ll have to work for it. You ruined my game. You were supposed to make it hard for me to find you.”

“I didn’t know you were coming,” I combat, “a head’s up would have been—” My stranger’s inked hand wraps around my throat, halting my words. The chill of his silver rings pressing into my sweaty skin makes me shiver. I take advantage of our proximity to admire him. He looks exactly the same as I remember–devastatingly good looking with his intentionally messy hair, chiseled cheekbones, and pouty lips, wrapped in the perfectly understated package of black denim and a cut-off tee. I realize it’s the same one with the hand and rose, but I didn’t note the upside down words before, ‘violent delights have violent ends’. Hewouldlove Shakespeare.I file that tidbit away as he leans his head down to recapture my attention. His eyes are rolling storm clouds now.

“What kind of punishment does my little wraith deserve for her poor choice of hiding spot?” He uses his palm to add pressure to the front of my throat. Panic flares within me and my hands snap around his, but when his eyes remain steady on mine, I force my heart to slow and release my grip. I don’t know him,but I know our game. I know he’ll respect whatever rules I set.

“That’s my girl.” The pressure lessens and I take a greedy breath. “How about we try again. And this time, you find a real hiding spot.”

Excited to continue, I move to leave the shower but his fingers tighten. “Did I say ‘ready, set, go’?” His jaw flexes.

“No.” I shiver under the punishing glare he gives me. God, this is so fucking hot. This is everything I never knew I needed. I wait impatiently for his instructions.

“For not following the rules, I’m going to make you suffer.” The final word is a purr and the glint in my eye tells me just how well he understands what it does to me to hear him say that. “Bend over and face the wall.” He finally releases my throat.

Facing the wall, I plant my hands firmly on the tile and bend at the waist. I keep my gaze straight, waiting for his next instruction. Seconds pass without a word from him and I’m shaking with the need to see what he’s doing. Partially out of curiosity, but also out of fear that he’s disappeared again. I resist the urge.

“Look at how desperate you are.” A low laugh skates up the area of my thigh that’s exposed above my tall socks and I have to curl my toes not to jump at his proximity. He’s as silent as the dead when he wants to be. “Now, let’s see, is this pussy wet for me?” His thumb slips under the barely-there mesh fabric of my boy shorts.

“No, it’s for the other guy who’s teasing the ever-loving-fuck out of me.” I sass, trying to provoke him. I need to be touched. I want his brand of punishment.

“Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm,” he sighs, “I love that smart-ass mouth, but it’s like you’re eager for me to teach you a lesson.”I am.He tucks my hair behind my ear as he brings his mouth an inch away. “Are you going to beg for me, little wraith?”

I nod in response and arch my back, so my ass rubs against his hard cock that’s still unfortunately tucked away in his jeans.

“You’re going to have to do better than that. I asked you a question, and I want an answer.”

“Please.” My whine echoes around the shower. “Please, please, please.” I’ll beg for it. Fuck, I’ll pray to him if that’s what he wants. I’ll get on my knees, I’ll bruise them, bloody them, I’ll sit here all night if that’s what it takes. He’s the only who can give me what I need. It’s an insatiable itch that’s been torturing me for months. Ineedhim to scratch it or I’ll lose my mind entirely.

“What a pretty song. But sluts don’t get rewards.” A sharp slap on my pussy makes me cry out. “Here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to bring you to the edge,”

I whine in protest, interrupting him, and he lands another slap in the same spot.

“I’m going to bring you to the edge,” he repeats through gritted teeth, “and then you’re going to go hide and think about what happens when you don’t play along. When I find you, maybe I’ll let you come.”

A whimpering sigh escapes me but it quickly turns into a moan when he pulls my boy shorts aside and slips his fingers between my pussy lips. His fingers pump deep inside me at a quickening pace.

For a minute it’s quiet except for the obscenely wet sounds of his fingers working inside me, accented by my gasps and moans. The thought of those chipped, painted nails glistening with my wetness does something to me and I feel myself clench around him tightly.

“Your pussy is already weeping for me.” His voice is pure grit as he forces the words out. “Do you think I can make you cry real tears for me before I give into you?” He pinches my clit, punctuating his taunt. “I think you will, and I’m going to drink them all like a man left in the desert because that’s what I am without you, insatiably parched.”

“Oh fuck,” I groan at the acute pleasure and his taunting words. This man should be an actor because this role-playing is next level and I’m fucking eating it up.

“I know. It feels so good to let me take over and ease those beautiful, sick thoughts in that mind of yours, doesn’t it?” He strokes my clit in soft, teasing circles with his thumb as his pointer finger enters me. “Mmm, you have such a perfect cunt.”

My legs shake at the unexpected praise. He adds another finger and my toes curl. His digits are relentless as they pump, stretch, and fill me over and over again. He urges my foot up on the edge of the tub, opening me further.

“Oh my god, don’t stop.” My breath speeds up, my pussy tightens, and my eyes squeeze shut. Right when I’m on the edge, he pulls his fingers out of me, just like he promised. “No, no, no, no. Please.”

My stranger’s strong fist wraps around my hair and he yanks my head back. “I know you’re excited, but it’s not the time for begging yet.” He forces his hand back between my clenched thighs and pulls my panties back into place. I shudder at the brush of his rings that are cruelly cold on my overheated skin. With his other hand, he pulls me back so I’m leaning against his chest and whispers in my ear, “Take off the sweatshirt.”

“But it’s freezing in here,” I argue.

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