Page 61 of Savage Torment

Her fingers engulf her nipples, just as I order, and as she pinches, a startling gasp breaks past her lips. “That’s it. Now, skim your hands over your waist and to the lace.” Her teeth work her bottom lip as she follows my instructions. “Good girl, now run your hands over your hips and to your thighs.”

She stares at me, a frown in place, but she hisses as she bypasses her core and does as I say.

“Needy yet?” I ask, and she groans.

“Always,” she replies, raspy as fuck, and I smirk.

“Now you can tease the hem of your panties,” I order, and she shivers, touching the material that hides her center from me. “How desperate is your little clit?”

“Not desperate enough to crawl to you,” she retorts, and a bark of laughter parts my lips.

The sound surprises both of us, but the curl to her lips confirms she’s having fun too.

“How desperate is your clit, Silver?” I repeat, and she rolls her eyes.

“Very.”

“Feel it over the lace,” I order, and she sags with relief as she brushes the pad of her finger over her needy clit, groaning with delight.

I don’t say a word, giving us both a moment to bask in a little ecstasy. I track every movement of her fingers, watching them draw tight circles at her center. When I finally lift my eyes to her face, it’s to find her gaze zeroed in on my cock.

“Fuck, Silver,” I grunt, and her gaze snaps back to mine.

“Asher.” There it is. The plea.

“Yes?”

“Please.”

“Crawl to me,” I order, and she tenses, but nowhere near as much as earlier.

“No.”

I shrug. “Then it’s your own fingers slipping beneath the lace,” I state, loving the way her mouth forms the perfectOas she pouts. “Spread your legs.” Her thighs open up for me. “Hand under the lace,” I follow up, and she slips her slender fingers beneath the material that still separates us. “Two fingers, Silver,” I add when she leads with one. “Stretch yourself until you’re ready for me.”

The familiar pink hue trails across her chest at my command, and if the angle of her hand didn’t give me the cue that she’s inside herself, the look on her face would.

Her cheeks brighten as a gasp parts her lips and she slowly starts to rock back and forth, grinding desperately.

I watch her through hooded eyes, her gaze locked on me the entire time, and I have to squeeze my cock with more force than usual to stop myself from coming too soon.

“Please, Asher,” she pants, shoulders shaking with desire.

“You know the requirement.”

Her eyes darken before glancing at the floor. A sigh of frustration bursts past her lips before she tilts her head back, exhaling slowly as she looks up at the ceiling. “I can’t come without you.”

“How so?” I fucking know how so, I feel it myself, but I want to hear her say it.

“My body needs your touch,” she groans, her fingers working diligently as she continues to grind on her fingers.

“Then crawl to me, Silver. Show me how badly you want it,” I goad, leaning back a little as I work my cock.

She bites back a scream as her fingers slip from beneath her lace, and before I can truly process what is happening, her palms hit the carpet. My breath lodges in my throat, making it impossible for me to think as I stare at her in awe.

One hand moves first, followed by her knee, then the other.

There she is—my queen in all of her glory—crawling toward me.

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