Page 54 of Dean's Delinquent

“It belongs to you. Thus, it’s perfect. At least it will be until I destroy it.”

Another wanton moan slips from my lips as I lean back into his touch. Every inch of me throbs and aches, desperate, needy for the feel of his fingers on my clit.

“Please.” That one word whispered into the night punctuates the gathering mists.

“You did some research on what Doctor Andrew gave you, yes?”

Here I am, a babbling, nearly incoherent mess, and somehow, this paragon of manliness seems to have all his fucking faculties. “Yes? But what does that-“

“I’ll ask the questions,” he growls, sending another shiver down my spine.

His grip tightens even more, nearly painful, as his fingers dig into my mound. So fucking achingly close to my clit where I actually need him. So close, yet so fucking far.

Soft, ragged whimpers seep from my lips as I grind my ass back against him. Despite his coherency, his cock is hard and rigid as he rocks it against me. Huge. That’s the only thought that pummels my brain as I try to make sense of what I’m feeling through the robe.

Can I take all of him?

Will it hurt?

God, I hope it does.

“I’m waiting.”

“Yes,” I finally gasp out. “I did research.”

“And what did you learn?”

“I learned... Well... I guess it depends on what aspect. He gave me a lot.”

“Master and slave.” His voice is like granite against my ear. Just as implacable as the man behind me. “Discipline kink.” This time, the volume drops just a touch, turning the words lethal. “Brat. Masochist.”

“That’s still a lot,” I cry out, as his fingers curl into me again.

“Tell me you like this,” he rasps against my ear. “Tell me you crave this. Tell me you need this.”

The instant his fingers let go of me, I turn in his arms and stare into his serious, fathomless gaze. “I need you,” I finally manage to whisper.

“Then run.”

He drops his hands to his side and slides them into his pockets. In the surrounding light, I can get a better look at the bulge in his pants, but it still doesn’t show me everything I want to see.

A grin lifts his lips as he runs his palm down the front. “Don’t worry, my pet. You’ll see me soon enough. All of me. I will count to thirty to give you a head start.”

“It’s not fair, though.”

“What’s not fair?”

“You know this hedge maze. I don’t.”

His brows furrow into a frown. “And?”

“And you’ll find me easily enough. Where’s the sport in that?”

Around him, the others laugh. Each harsh sound punctures the night and grates upon my nerves until I find myself shaking again.

“Well, first of all, it’s not meant to be fair. Nothing about this is fair. And once I’ve caught you, fucked you, and made you sign my contract, it will never be fair again. But I think you like that, don’t you? You want to be at my mercy?”

“I do, but...”

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