Page 34 of Gideon
“No. Nods will not work here. I need your words. How does that feel? Is it uncomfortable?” he clarified, demanding my answer.
“It isn’t painful,” I answered honestly. “It’s alright.”
“That will do for now. Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.” He spoke those last words with such devious desire that I felt myself shiver in anticipation. He grasped the rope, tugging me back until I felt I was going to topple over. Instead, my back met his hard chest. His hands wrapped around my waist, holding me to him as his hand moved up my chest, between my breasts, and back to my neck. He did not squeeze, only letting me feel his power over me.
“Let me show you, vixen,” he groaned against the shell of my ear.
I relaxed against him, my breath coming in excited pants as his fingers grasped my jaw, turning my head to the side just slightly as he whispered into my ear.
“Give in,” he growled. I nodded once, but his hand gripped my jaw tighter.
“Yes,” I hissed.
“Good girl,” he chuckled. “You’re learning quickly.” His other hand moved down my stomach towards my apex. I spread my knees wider, working to find balance as his fingers spread my folds and found the nub of my clit once more. “Open up those knees more. Relax against me.”
I gave myself to it, all of it. I opened my legs wider, giving his hand room to play with my most sensitive place.
“I want you to focus right here,” he cooed, his fingers swirling over my clit faster and faster.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, my head falling back against his shoulder as he pushed me further towards climax. My hips thrust up into his touch, then pushed back against his erection every time. Faster and faster, my body spun and danced towards that wondrous precipice that I craved from him.
Just a bit more.
His fingers circled, sliding easily with the wetness of my arousal. My hips bucked. It was right there. So close. Just a bit…
And then he stopped.
His hand moved away from my sex, his arm moving around my stomach and holding me to him as my hips bucked into the empty air, desperate for completion.
“No! Please!” I whined, begging him to continue.
“Absolutely not,” he chuckled. “Feel it. Feel how that tingling need spreads through your body. Focus on it and trust.”
His words made me dizzy as my hips slowed their thrusting. I pulled my thighs in together, shifting them to find some source of friction against my aching clit.
“Ah, ah!” he chastised. Slapping the top of my thighs in quick succession until I spread them open once more. “Again,” he commanded, his voice deep and dark against my temple. His hand found my sex again, his fingers sliding into my wet heat as he thrust, soothing the ache that was building. “Christ, you are tight as fuck,” he groaned.
Hearing his own need only fueled my own. My hips thrust into his fingers again and again as that delicious pressure built anew. I tightened around his fingers, feeling myself clench around him as he drove his fingers inside of me and upwards to a place that made stars crash behind my eyes.
“Gideon!” I gasped. That feeling began again, tingling through my body as my orgasm circled closer and closer.
“Just like that, vixen. Just. Like. That.” A thrust of his fingers punctuated each word. His hand left my throat, sliding down my chest until he took a nipple between his fingers, plucking the taut peak as I arched against him.
I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t move other than to thrust into his touch faster and faster.
I was so close. So desperately close.
“No!” I cried out as his fingers began to slow.
“Shh… feel it. Feel it build higher. Keep it right there,” he coaxed, twisting my nipple as his fingers pulled out of me and found my clit once more. He circled it in slow, torturous flicks as the tingling in my sex quivered on the edge of release.
“Please,” I nearly sobbed, needing it. I needed release so desperately I would give almost anything to have it.
“Stay with me,” he urged me. I nodded my head, my eyes clenched tightly shut as his fingers slowed further still, holding me quivering and aching right where he wanted me.
I fought it. I whimpered and keened my need.
“Please,” I begged him again.
