Page 80 of Reckless: Chaos

“That’s it,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Fight that urge to move. Show me how good you can be.”

His fingers circle slowly, building pressure that makes my thighs shake. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he slides one finger inside me.

“So tight,” he groans. “Can’t wait to feel you around my cock. But first...” He adds another finger, curling them just right. “First you’re going to come for me just like this. Hands on the wall, completely at my mercy.”

The pressure builds as his fingers work me higher, his thumb circling my clit with devastating precision. Every time my hips try to move, he stops, waiting until I’m still before starting again.

“Please,” I gasp when he withdraws his fingers completely.

“Please what?” His voice carries that commanding edge that makes me clench around nothing. “Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Please don’t stop.”

“Better.” His fingers return, but slower. Teasing. “But I think you can do better than that. Tell me how it feels, having to stay still while I take you apart.”

“I can’t—” The words break on a moan as he curls his fingers.

“You can.” His other hand tightens on my throat. “And you will. Or I stop completely.”

“It’s torture,” I admit, the words spilling out as his thumb returns to my clit. “Having to keep my hands here, not being able to touch you, to move?—”

“Good girl.” His praise sends shivers down my spine. “Keep talking.”

“Need more,” I manage as he increases the pressure. “Need you to—oh god.”

“Need me to what?” He slows his movements again, drawing out the torment. “Say it.”

“Need you to make me come. Please.”

His groan vibrates against my neck where he presses open-mouthed kisses. “Since you asked so nicely...”

His fingers pick up speed, curling perfectly inside me while his thumb works my clit. The dual sensation combined with being forced to stay still drives me rapidly toward the edge.

“That’s it,” he encourages as my breathing turns ragged. “Fight to keep those hands on the wall. Show me how good you can be for me.”

The pressure builds impossibly high, my thighs trembling with the effort of staying still. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, his teeth graze my ear.

“Come for me. Now.”

The command in his voice combined with a particularly perfect curl of his fingers sends me over the edge. My legs buckle as pleasure crashes through me, but his body keeps me pinned to the wall.

“Beautiful,” he breathes, working me through each wave. “Perfect. Keep those hands exactly where they are.”

I’m trembling by the time the aftershocks fade, but my palms stay pressed to the wall. His chest rumbles with a sound too low to be called a purr, the vibration traveling through the scant space between us. His pupils dilate, irises thinning to mere rings of steel-gray as his shoulders lower a fraction of an inch.

“Look at you, following orders so well.” He withdraws his fingers slowly, making me whimper. “Think you can keep being good for me?”

“Yes,” I manage, though my voice shakes.

“We’ll see.” He steps back just enough to shrug off his leather jacket. The sight of him unbuttoning his shirt with those capable hands makes heat pool low in my belly again. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

His shirt falls to the floor, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. When his hands move to his belt, my fingers twitch against the wall.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warns, though his voice has gone rough with need. “You move those hands before I say, and I’ll make you wait even longer.”

“That’s cruel.”

“That’s consequences.” The belt slides free with a whisper of leather that makes me shiver. “Now be a good girl and keep watching while I show you exactly what you do to my control.”

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