Page 64 of Rubies and Revenge

A featherlight touch ghosts over my clit. “Beg.”

“What?” I frown.

Her fingers circle the tight bud for a heavenly moment before stopping again. “Beg me to fuck you.”

I grit my teeth. “Tamayo.”

She smacks it lightly, and I jolt with a choked moan. “Beg, princess.”

I bite my tongue and try to push back against her hand, but I can hardly move with her still lying over me and my legs too wide apart. Tamayo chuckles in my face, grip in my hair unrelenting as she simply waits. I cannot move without her. Not in any way that Ineed.

Tamayo dips the tip of her finger between the lips of my pussy and drags the wetness up to my clit, circles it once, and then pulls back. To land another smack on my ass. I choke on air.

“You can’t top from the bottom, princess,” she says. “Beg.”

“God, fine!” I snap. I want to bury my face into the sofa again, but Tamayo’s grip is too tight. She watches with that stupid fucking smirk inches away from my nose as I finally give in with a whisper. “Please fuck me.”

She furrows her brow, pretending like her ear isn’t inches from my mouth. “What?”

I huff. “Please fuck me.”

She yanks my head back until my neck is craned, my face no longer touching the seat, and asks again. “What?”

“Please fuck me!”

“You only need to ask,” she teases.

If I could growl, I would. “Oh, fuck off?—”

She shoves my cheek into the couch again, using it as leverage to remove her weight from my back, and slips two fingers inside me. My mouth pops open, but all sound is stuck in my throat. Tamayo doesn’t tease anymore. She does exactly as I asked and fucks me into the sofa.

Each stroke drags against that sweet spot inside me. Shudders start at my core, twitching my hips what little they can and climbing as little whimpers out of my throat. Tamayo’s hold doesn’t allow me to throw my ass back into her hand, to bury my face to hide from the overwhelming build of pressure, to adjust my chest as my nipples rub against the leather. All I can do is give in to the pleasure, let it swallow me whole and spit me back out whenever it’s done with me. Whenever Tamayo is done with me.

She adds another finger, and I can’t muffle the guttural groan that drips out of my mouth.

“No more cheeky comebacks, princess?” Tamayo’s voice is low and dark, as tangible as her hand in my hair. “Needed to be fucked quiet, hm?” She quickens her pace. My pussy is so wet, I can feel it on my thighs, hear the filthysquelcheach time she thrusts inside. And after weeks of teetering at the edge of givingin, tortured by the possibility of more than teasing touches and lilting smirks, I am close to finally falling.

“Tamayo.” Her name unfurls out of me on a moan. “I’m cl—I’m gonna?—”

“Come, princess.”

As if her permission was the last push I needed, my orgasm washes over me. My pussy contracts so hard it reverberates around my spine until I’m arching against her fist in my hair. Goose bumps erupt over my skin as if I’m cold, but all I can feel is melting heat devouring my body whole as I shudder through the onslaught of pleasure.

And Tamayo doesn’t stop.

Her fingers quicken even more, and her thrusts sharpen their aim.

My orgasm morphs into overstimulation. Her hand in my hair yanks, and the sting fizzes over my scalp, down my neck. My body can’t relax, every muscle pulled tight against the pleasurable pain. Even though my feet barely touch the ground and Tamayo’s pinned me down, I’m still trying to crawl up the sofa and out of reach of her punishing fingers.

A whimpered keen drags out of me. “Wait, wait?—”

“Yellow if you want me to slow down, princess,” she offers me an out.

And yet I don’t take it. Because I want exactly this—this all-encompassing, brain hazing, logic-devouring feeling of letting go. Pain and arousal fight for dominance inside me. It sounds like I’m sobbing, but I don’t know if that’s out loud or in my head. Her fingers don’t let up, determined and sure as they stroke inside me. Tamayo’s pushed me over the brink once, and already I’m dangerously close to crashing again, all without touching my clit. It’s been left alone to open air, chilly and wet and tight with its own heartbeat.

“Tamayo,” I beg. For her to stop or keep going, I don’t know.

“You can take it, princess,” she says, quiet and encouraging.

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