Page 34 of Tempting Kat
“What are you doing?” I demand, hating how needy I sound.
“Nothing,” he replies, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Just biology, right? You don't need me specifically.”
“You're such an asshole,” I hiss, tugging futilely at the restraints.
“And yet here you are, dripping down your thighs for this asshole.”
I want to scream. He's right and I hate it. I hate how much I'm craving the touch of a man I've never even seen.
“Fuck you,” I spit out instead.
“Oh, we'll get there,” he promises, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that makes my thighs quiver. “But first, I think someone needs to learn some manners.”
I feel his palm smack against my exposed pussy, the sharp sting making me yelp. It's not hard enough to really hurt, but the shock of it sends sparks straight up my spine.
“What the—” I start, but he cuts me off with another slap, this one directly on my clit. The sensation is so intense my words dissolve into a moan.
“Listen carefully, kitten,” he growls. “I don't appreciate your attitude. So, here's how this is going to work: every time you mouth off, I'm going to edge you a little longer. Understand?”
I clench my jaw, determined not to give him the satisfaction. “And if I behave?”
His laugh is dark and rich. “Then maybe I'll let you cum before sunrise.”
“Maybe isn't good enough,” I challenge, even as my body betrays me, my hips tilting toward him, seeking contact.
“Mm, still bratty,” he murmurs. “Let's see how mouthy you are after an hour of this.”
Before I can fire back with another smart remark, his tongue makes sudden, shocking contact with my clit. One long, flat lick that has me jerking against the restraints.
“Holy fuck!” I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily.
“That's one way to shut you up,” he murmurs against my flesh, his hot breath making me shiver.
His tongue moves in torturously slow circles around my clit, never quite giving me the direct pressure I need. I try to grindagainst his face, but the restraints keep me from getting the leverage I want.
“More,” I demand, my voice embarrassingly breathy.
He pulls back completely. “More what?”
“More everything,” I manage, biting my lip.
“That's not how this works,” he says, his voice firm. “You don't give the orders here. I do.”
I feel something trace along my slit—his finger, again—gathering my wetness. Then suddenly it's pressing against my entrance, just the tip, teasing me with the promise of fullness.
“You're fucking soaked,” he growls. “All this attitude, and your pussy can't lie to me.”
He adds a second finger, stretching me in the most delicious way. I hate how right he is, how much my body responds to him.
His fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes my knees weak. Thank God for these restraints, or I'd collapse right now.
“Fuck,” I whimper, unable to keep the sound trapped in my throat.
“That's it,” he growls, his fingers working magic inside me. “Let me hear you.”
“I'm not—I don't—” But I can't finish my sentence because he's added a third finger now, stretching me in the most delicious way.
“You don't what?” he taunts, his fingers slowing to a torturous pace. “You don't beg? You don't submit? You don't moan like a little slut when a man knows how to handle you properly?”
