Page 76 of Voracious

But she still answers incorrectly.

“You think I am.”

I tut and move the grinder further up, making sure she feels the full impact against her clit as I roughly push my two middle fingers into her so she can feel the rubber band around my knuckles and kiss her temple. Her back bows and she tries to pull her hips away from me as I darkly whisper against her skin. “Wrong answer.”

I knew she’d refuse and grab the clicker before I reposition her, so she’s sat between my thighs with my arm locking her in place across her shoulders. She detonates as I press my forearm into her stomach and move my fingers in waves, so the grinder flicks her clit as I fuck her with my fingers. The whimpers fallingfrom her lips are pure bliss and I rest my cheek on top of her crown as I coo, “Shhh, that’s one, malyshka, 179 more then you’re done.”

She tries to close her legs and I hook my knees on the inside of hers to stop her and grab her throat.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shakes her head and there’s no hesitation in her answer. “Stop torturing me? Yes. I want to feel you, Dima.”

I kiss her crown and widen her legs by pulling my own further apart.

“I’m sorry, lisichka, be good for me and you’ll get it right next time, okay?”

She manages to lift her ass as she grabs my thighs and grinds against my dick. Her head touches my chest as she looks up at me, biting the corner of her lip. I know what she’s doing, she’s trying to get me to change my mind and the loud click stops it as I roughly fuck her with my fingers, keeping her head in place so she’s staring up at me.

I kiss her forehead as I widen her thighs again and watch Ana whimper and shake. “Sensitive.”

“I know,” I coo with another kiss to her forehead. “But you gave the wrong answer, malyshka, and this hurts me more.”

THIRTY-ONE

Ana

I’ve been tortured and never felt like this. My body tenses as he presses the clicker, it’s been conditioned to associate that sound with him pulling more for me. There’s sweat coating every inch of my skin and my hair stick to my nape as he strokes it back to press his lips to my temple. Dima is teasing me, it’s the same as torture but with the promise of too much good. I can’t keep my eyes open, and they slowly flutter as he kisses my cheek, forehead, then lips.

“Tell me, lisichka.”

It’s spoken so gently, no sign of anger at what my answer could be. Shaking my head, I reach out for him and hold his biceps with a stronger voice than I should be capable of.

“Yes, please.”

I can’t remember hearing what he asked, and his smile touches my skin. I don’t know how long we’ve been in this room; it could be months because my mind is scrambled, and every little touch has set me ablaze. Even the air blowing against the inside of my knee as he kneels between my thighs has me twitching and I’m sure I just came without him touching me.

The clicker echoes through the room and I know I did as he softly kisses my clit.

“I’m sorry, B, your pretty little clit is all swollen, but you’re doing so good for me, aren’t you?”

I nod and try to blink but there are light spots everywhere. I manage to clear them enough to look down and see the number on the clicker — thirty-seven. A whimpered, halfhearted sob shakes my chest knowing his torture isn’t over, but he pauses and leans over me. His inked knuckles brush my cheek, and he softly kisses my forehead, making me melt, as he asks, “Do you want me to stop?”

I scream no inside my head, I don’t want him to stop but he hasn’t really started, he just keeps torturing me and I want to see him feel good. All the products he’s tested have been sorted into piles only Dima knows the reason for, and I stretch my limbs out, liking the way my muscles ache.

He doesn’t rush me to answer or have any expectations as I find some energy hiding in the corner of my limbs. I sound stronger with it, but I can’t move my body.

“No, I want to feel you. Dima, please.”

He pushes his hand under my nape, gently lifting my head, and grabs the front of my throat with the other, it restricts my air but not enough that it causes me to pass out, it just intensifies everything that has already been heightened as he peppers my face with his lips. His voice is even softer to my dazed mind as he gently coos against my cheeks. “Shh, I’ve got you.”

It’s like the best hug in the world and he slowly pulses his fingers, filling my body with adrenaline as I get varying amounts of air.

“That’s it,” he breathes out against my lips and reduces the pressure to fill my lungs with the air directly from his own. My hands are slow as I stroke up his back and he pushes his hips up so his dick lands heavy against my stomach. A moan is rippedfrom me, it’s animalistic and feral at the feeling of his pre-cum leaking against my skin, but he remains in control and just kisses me despite the evidence of how hard he is literally between us.

My spine arches and his lips skid across my cheek as I wrap my fingers around him. He doesn’t let me move him where I want and lightly nips my jaw with his teeth before asking, “Can you take the sleeve?”

I nod as another moan chokes me at the thought of feeling each ridge inside of me and it turns my voice husky.

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