Page 15 of Her Double Desire

Deep inside me, something aches, a craving that wants him to keep touching me. Even if he's using a towel to do it, I'm starving for the contact.

What's happening to me? Why does my body love this?

Jared walks away, tossing the towel in a basket and rinsing his hands in a sink. I rock in place, my juices sticking to my skin, making me aware of how aroused I am. I try to will it away, but when I reach down, exploring the foreign satin of my bare skin, it only makes my clit twitch. “Okay,” I say, summoning what anger I can, “You've plucked me like a chicken. What's next?”

“Don't be so dramatic.” He frowns.

“I'm not trying to be.” I'm all tangled up inside—a bomb that should have gone off, but never did. My need for release is souring my mood. I did learn something that I have Jared to thank for, though; apparently womencanget blue-balls. “I just hate not knowing what's going to happen until it already is.”

“Slaves don't get to choose what happens to them.” The words come out like steam between his clenched teeth. “You're job is to trust us implicitly.”

“No one could possibly be okay with blindly trusting strangers!”

“They are!” he growls, whirling on me. “Every slave I've ever worked with has been happy to obey. I've never had to make them act that way! Never had one talk back to me. Until now.” He makes a fist, hesitates, then walks for the door.

“Sir?” I ask nervously.

“Go back to your bedroom,” he shouts, his steps echoing down the hall. “I'm done with you for now.”

My nerves are wrecked from stress.He actually made me feel bad for not meekly bowing to his commands!How stupid. How fucking insane. I wasn't asking too much, just for more patience, more warnings, before he did stuff like... like...

Shuddering, I reach between my thighs and finger my wetness. I wasn't ready for the things he was able to do to me. Certainly not prepared for what his skillful hands were capable of.

More importantly...

I don't think he was ready for the way I affected him.

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