Page 67 of Heartless Heathens
I pulled her hair harder, a whimper crawled from her throat straight into mine, our tongues still clashing together wildly. My hand still cupped her breast, and I rubbed my thumb in circles over her nipple. She gasped into my mouth. Her eyes stayed closed, but her hips began to move with a wanton motion, fighting for fiction while her body begged her for release.
I broke our kiss to whisper in her ear, “Ask me to touch you.”
She exhaled heavily and her eyes fluttered open.
“I-I can’t.” She shook her head nervously.
“Tsk. Too bad then, I can’t give you what you want.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and she whined when I held her hips in place, preventing her from humping my leg.
I flipped her onto her back. I prowled over her, looking down to see the raw need building inside of her. She reached her hand down but before she could slip it into her panties I pushed it away.
“You don’t touch yourself. If you want pleasure you’ll ask for it.” I laid out new rules for her. “You understand?”
She nodded for a brief second and corrected herself. “Yes.”
“Now tell me what you want, Pet.” I reached down to graze my fingers over the wet spot on her panties, and she raised her hips automatically reacting. “I want words.” I laced my voice with authority.
“Please,” she whimpered out so beautifully. “Make me feel good.” It was so meek and pathetic.
But it was good enough for me.
I pulled her panties down to her knees. She was absolutely soaked, a string of her arousal stretched as it connected to her underwear, and I couldn’t resist slipping my fingers inside.
“Oh,” she gasped out a moan from the quick contact.
I pulled my fingers out and rubbed them back and forth over her clit, watching as her head tipped back. Her fingers gripped the sheets on the bed like she was already close. Her breath had turned into short spurts like she couldn’t even be bothered to focus on staying alive.
I couldn’t resist wrapping my hand around her beautiful neck again. Her eyes blinked open, only half the amount of fear I’d seen that first time. I didn’t squeeze, instead I circled my fingers over her clit, using her arousal to coat her until she was so slick she was practically crying for release.
She came with a high-pitched squeal, shaking her head and whispering, “No” over and over despite her walls greedily pulsating around my fingers. She lied to herself, but she couldn’t lie to me.
“I’m going to put my whole hand in there,” I told her, inserting a third finger and stretching her more than she could probably handle.
Her eyes grew with panic.
“Is that a problem?” I asked, slowly thrusting all three fingers in and out of her while her hips matched my rhythm.
“It won’t fit!” She covered her face with her hands like she was embarrassed.
“I think you want it.” I smirked, while I tried to get a fourth finger inside. “Don’t you?”
“Yes!” she screamed and I grinned at her with a vicious confidence. “No. No.” She corrected herself again.
I pulled her hands from her face, revealing far too much shame reddening her skin.
“What did I say about telling me no?” I asked, tightening my hold on her neck.
“I don’t say no to you,” she rasped.
I raised an eyebrow as I tried to figure her out.
“Then why do you do it?” I asked her but she stayed silent, like she didn’t know the answer herself.
“Pick a safeword,” I told her but she looked at me in confusion.
“Huh?” she asked, leaning forward to reach for her phone but I stopped her.
“You say no too much. We both know you don’t mean it Romina, let’s stop playing these games.”
