Page 33 of Tempting Kat
“You like that I like your pussy, don't you?” he continues. “You like knowing I think it's perfect.”
“It is perfect,” I shoot back, trying to sound confident despite being completely at his mercy. “And you're not the first to notice.”
His hand comes down with a sharp slap against my inner thigh, making me yelp in surprise.
“Don't talk about other men when you're spread open for me or fucking ever,” he growls, the possessiveness in his voice making my core clench. “This is mine. Do you understand?”
I want to snap back with something cutting, but my brain short-circuits as his fingers trace the red mark he just left.
“I asked you a question,” he says, voice dropping even lower. “Is this pussy mine, Katarina?”
“For the night,” I manage to say, unwilling to completely surrender. “You paid for tonight.”
“Mm, that's not quite the answer I was looking for,” he murmurs, and suddenly I feel his hot breath against my inner thigh. “Let's see if I can change your mind.”
I tense, anticipating his touch, but nothing happens. The bastard is just hovering there, letting me feel his breath on my sensitive skin while doing absolutely nothing.
“What are you waiting for?” I demand, hating how needy I sound.
“Patience, kitten,” he replies, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“I'm not exactly known for my patience,” I grumble, shifting my hips uselessly against the restraints.
His chuckle vibrates against my skin. “Then this will be an excellent lesson for you.”
I feel his fingers hook into the sides of my panties, and then, with one swift motion, he tears them clean off. Then something soft traces along my slit. His fingertip is barely touching me, and it’s just enough to drive me insane.
“Fuck,” I breathe, trying to push my hips forward to increase the pressure.
“So wet,” he murmurs, his finger continuing its maddening light touches. “I bet you taste divine.”
I wait for him to find out, to finally put his mouth on me, but he doesn't. Instead, his fingers continue their torturousexploration, tracing my outer lips, dipping just slightly into my entrance before retreating.
“Please,” I hear myself say, and immediately want to take it back. I don't beg. Ever.
“Please what?” he asks innocently, as if he doesn't know exactly what he's doing to me.
“You know what,” I growl, pulling against the restraints.
“I want to hear you say it,” he insists, his fingers still teasing. “Tell me what you want, Katarina.”
I grit my teeth. “I want you to stop fucking around and touch me properly.”
“Hmm, not specific enough,” he taunts, and I feel him blow a cool stream of air directly onto my clit, making me jerk.
“Motherfucker,” I hiss.
“Not yet, but it’s on my to-do list. Look at this pretty pussy,” he growls, and I feel his thumb trace my outer lips with excruciating slowness. “All swollen and dripping for me.”
“It's not for you,” I lie, my voice wavering as his thumb brushes against my clit. “It's just…biology.”
His laugh is low and knowing. “Is that what you tell yourself, kitten? That your body's response has nothing to do with me?”
He brushes his thumb over my clit again, barely touching, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
“Let's test that theory, shall we?”
Without warning, he withdraws completely. No touch, no breath, nothing. The sudden absence makes me whimper before I can stop myself.
