Page 17 of Hunt Me
A single tiny bead of perspiration trickled down my face and I bit back a moan as he pinched the tender tissue between his fingers.
“Very wet, yet when I’m finished with you, you’ll be drenched. And you’ll be covered in my cum.”
Another shot of excitement. Another deep moan. I was lightheaded, jutting my hips back while he skillfully teased my pussy. The hard throbbing was intense from his simple yet powerful touch. Breathing was merely optional.
“Before anyone can truly comprehend pleasure, they must appreciate pain.” The deep timbre of his baritone voice pushed me toward an unparalleled edge I’d never reached. As if I was handing over not just my trust, but also my safety.
And maybe my sanity.
The slight whimper escaping my mouth seemed unreal, so strangled I wasn’t certain I’d even made the sound. It wasn’t one of agony but sinful desire, a longing seated so deeply withinme I’d resisted acknowledging its existence. It was as if the man knew me better than I knew myself.
I struggled to remain still as he stroked my back with his other hand while teasing me with the rough pads of his fingers on the other. My core was on fire and when he nudged my legs further apart, not a single ounce of me wanted to fight what he was doing.
As Mikhail slipped his fingers into my wetness, every muscle tensed. He held his fingers in position, finally flexing them open. When he pumped them in and out a few times, my muscles clamped around the thick invasion. The blindfold was only making the moment that much more indulgent.
He thrust his fingers deep inside and with my awakened senses, I concentrated on his labored breathing. The sound held a deep and husky growl, the low volume capturing my attention. He was all male, a predator who refused to share or allow anyone to touch what belonged to him.
I bucked against him, enjoying the finger fucking as my mind swelled about what he’d do next. Every time he issued a low rumble from his chest, I quivered. My pulse spiked when his actions became rougher. Even the way his thumb flicked back and forth across my clit was euphoric.
No longer able to feel my legs, I fell into the complete rapture, my mind and emotions spiraling out of control. Panting, I felt the climax rushing closer, destroying my inhibitions as my pussy clenched.
Yet just when I was certain my orgasm would be life altering, he pulled his fingers free.
“Yes, so wet.” He took another deep breath and crowded closer. The heat of his body was explosive and when he shifted back and forth, my muscles contracted. I’d never been so attracted to a man. His touch was powerful. His scent was intoxicating.
My body continued to rock and I dragged my tongue across my lips.
“Open your mouth for me,ideal’nyy angel.”
There was no question I’d obey him, yet I pulled as much oxygen into my lungs as they’d allow, still skittering from a delicious combination of trepidation and excitement.
The fragrance of my desire ignited another blaze and the second he rubbed the tips of his fingers around my lips, I darted my tongue against his skin. When he shoved his fingers into my mouth, my lips formed around the thick digits and I sucked on them without being asked.
“Do you taste sweet?”
I nodded, even mumbling around his fingers. With my tongue darting back and forth, he seemed satisfied for a few seconds. Then I heard his heavy breathing. Perhaps he was ready to lose control.
“Such a good girl.” He ripped his fingers free, immediately sliding them under the elastic of my thong. I expected him to rip the material, freeing me of the lace.
Yet once again he surprised me, slowly lowering them past my hips to my thighs, forced to stretch the material as he slipped them down my legs. This time he tapped my ankle and I lifted my leg. He managed to slide the material over my one heel then the other. As he stood, he rolled his hands along the outsideof my legs, slowly brushing his fingertips along my hips and stomach until he reached my chest.
Cupping both breasts, he crushed the full weight of his body against mine. “When submitting to a man, you’ll learn complete trust while surrendering to his every need.”
What was I supposed to say? I had no idea. I’d never allowed a man to dominate me before.
He squeezed my nipples to the point of discomfort before pulling away.
“As I said, no submissive can understand the full effect of ecstasy without understanding and embracing pain. Stay right where you are. If you move, you will be punished.”
His words should terrify me, but as with everything else about the man, they only added to the dangerously filthy and desirable expectations.
Every sound magnified, I was fully aware the moment he walked away. I heard another noise. He was opening a cabinet door. I was certain of it.
My hands remained fisted and I was digging my nails into my palms. Seconds ticked by.
Maybe minutes.
As heightened as my senses were, I couldn’t keep up with counting, my nerves were so frayed. Finally, I sensed his approach. Every nerve ending was electrified. He was suddenly in front of me, his massive frame stealing every whispered breath.
