Page 128 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

“I didn’t tell you to touch your clit. Just to hold yourself open.” He purposely made his tone deep, demanding.

She bit her lip, no doubt to keep from reading him the riot act. Then she slowly opened herself to his gaze. She wasn’t offended by his commands. Her cunt was shiny with juice from her aroused body.

“Now, I need to do a couple things. While you’re waiting for me to return, I want you to stick two fingers inside all that wet heat and stroke yourself. Slowly. Don’t touch your clit and don’t come.”

She frowned. “Where are you going?”

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

His question had the desired effect. “Listen, you bloody arsehole, I’m sitting here in agony because you won’t pull your thumb out and fuck me. If I want to bitch about that?—”

He cut her tirade off with a quick, hard kiss. Then he grasped her wrist, opened the hand she’d clenched into a fist and pushed two of her fingers inside her pussy. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She would have killed him—he saw murder flash in her eyes—if he hadn’t distracted her by stroking her clit.

He continued to play with her until her hips began gyrating, seeking more friction. Then he moved away, climbing off the bed.

Amy released a loud groan. “God, I hate you.”

He chuckled. “No, you don’t. Be a good girl, Amy, and I’ll give you everything you want.”

“Fine. Hurry up.”

It was his turn to take a steadying breath. Sex with her was a challenge to his control. He admired her spirit, yet he still felt the need to hold the reins. It was tough to find the middle ground where they’d both be satisfied.

He reached out and touched the tiny weight attached to one of the nipple clamps, tugging on it with just enough pressure to produce a bit of pain. She gasped.

“Behave,” he repeated.

Amy’s pupils dilated, her nostrils flared, and then, mercifully, she nodded.

Progress.

He carried the rest of his purchases to the bathroom, removing the wrappings and washing them all. He’d spared no expense because he knew his time with Amy was limited. They only had a few more nights together and there was too damn much he wanted to do with her.Toher.

When he returned to the room, he was relieved to see she hadn’t moved, hadn’t disobeyed him. Her hand moved slowly inside her pussy. While her fingers kept the fire stoked, it wasn’t enough to push her over.

He dropped the cleaned toys as well as a new tube of lubrication on the mattress, then started to disrobe. Amy’s gaze never left his body as he calmly removed his shirt, his shoes and socks, his pants.

She licked her lips, devouring him with her hungry eyes. Her passion was contagious. His cock had been rock hard and aching since they’d returned from the train station. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off. All he knew was he needed to take this slow. He’d mentally charted tonight’s activities after leaving the sex shop. He was determined to see it through.

Once he was naked, he returned to the bed. Gripping her by her knees, he pulled until she lay flat on her back.

The sudden movement took her by surprise and her hands flew up to grip him by his shoulders.

“Ready for more?”

She grinned at his question. “That’s rhetorical, right?”

He lifted her legs until her knees were pressed high, near her shoulders. “Hold your legs there. Just like that.”

She grabbed her knees as he enjoyed the view she provided.

Picking up the lube, he uncapped it and smeared some on his finger. Then he pressed it against her anus. He froze for a moment and waited. “You remember your safe word?”

She nodded.

“You want to say it?”

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