Page 39 of Make Me A Sinner
I want to crawl into bed beside him and see where things go from there—but he stops me before I can take another step.
"No. Stay there. Take off your dress first," he commands, not exactly stern, but serious enough that he expects me to follow.
Still, I just can't do that without pushing back. "Set," my tone is harsher this time, a clear warning—which only earns me the shadow of a smile. At least I got a half-smile out of him. I was getting tired of the ice-cold tyrant routine.
"Don't threaten me unless you don't want me to bring penalties into the equation."
My face drops, knowing he’s fully capable of flipping the script, and he always keeps a hidden clause, some secret paragraph in whatever deal he's willing to make.
My hands move to the straps of my dress, sliding them down my arms, the material being pulled with it, uncovering my aching breasts until it gathers at my waist, leaving me just in my bra. By now, excitement outweighs whatever shame’s left. I'm melting under his gaze, and the flicker in his eyes makes me feel like he's looking at the most beautiful woman on earth.
I know this is a kind of punishment for him too. And as satisfying as it would be to know I gave him blue balls for acouple of days, this will only come with the price of my own torment. He’ll want to watch every second—and I'm not that convinced I can go through with it, no matter how badly my body craves it.
"Push the dress all the way down," he further instructs, carefully watching my every move, and I have no other choice but to let it fall to the floor.
My feet are shaky, my breathing all over the place, like my chest is going to explode any second.
I manage to crawl into bed as soon as I dispose of the dress, tugging a sheet up to cover myself. I know it’s a long shot, and Set will probably have something to say about that, but I feel I owe it to myself to give it a try.
He gives me a minute, looking genuinely confused by whatever it is I’m trying to pull. But his patience wears thin fast, and one of his eyebrows arches in confusion, almost all the way to his hairline. "What do you think you're doing?" he asks, slight amusement curling through his voice.
"Im... I'm..." Saved by Eight-Ball, who starts meowing at the door. "Maybe he's hungry."
I scramble for a way out of what I've just put myself into, because I don't really think I can go through with it. But I'm not sure my pussy can survive much longer around Set without sending me straight to the nut house.
"I just fed him. Don't get up from the bed and make things worse for yourself," he grunts, his eyes tracking my every reaction, confirming this is a test for me.
He needs me to cross another limit, and this time, I'm doing it willingly.
I expect him to pull the sheet away from me, but he doesn't give me that satisfaction. He's waiting for me to do it. I can't drag this out forever, so I eventually push the sheets off my body, and I see his eyes glinting with anticipation. He’s clearly waiting forme to do something, but I'm not sure what exactly I'm supposed to do.
I've definitely changed my mind. And even though that ache between my legs is still there, my hand has trouble finding its way to fix it.
Never in a million years did I ever think I’d get to this point, but never in a million years did I imagine my fantasies would become reality.
Truth is, I’ve done this before, thinking of him—on several occasions—maybe even more than I’d like to admit. How bad could it be if he actually watches this time? He did say nothing’s wrong or forbidden, and I am already on the point of no return. Might as well enjoy it.
I feel like I'm out of breath, and my hand instinctively presses to my chest, to somehow still the rampage inside my lungs. But of course, he turns it into an opportunity to order me around some more. "Go to your left, and touch your breast."
Right now, my heart feels like it's about to leap out of my chest right under my fingertips. But I follow through. My fingers wrap around the lace of my bra, and my nipples harden beneath my touch. A hint of a smile appears on his lips. I haven’t seen him smile at me since I got back. That gives me courage to keep going, squeezing my breast just to the edge of pain, then gliding my hand slowly down my body.
His own breath picks up, and he makes no effort to hide it. He's anxious, excited like he's feeling every one of my moves. And that thought sends a strange energy rippling through my body. It's like I’d do anything to see him satisfied right now—to the point where this isn't just about my pleasure anymore. It's also about the fire taking over him seeing me like this.
My hand glides down my flat stomach, hesitating for a few seconds before it traces the smooth fabric of my panties—running up and down over the shape of my core.
This feels too amazing for my own good. I'm convinced it’d be even better if it were his hand instead of mine, touching me. But just knowing he's watching appeals to the dark, unexplored part of me that seems to need the right push to come into light.
My body tenses, my back arching on the mattress, raising my breasts in the air. God, I need him to touch them. But I know that won't happen until I give in to him. Completely.
I'm doing my best not to look his way, but out of the corner of my eye, I catch him chewing on his bottom lip as he watches me.
From that moment on, I can't seem to take my eyes off him. The lines of his face change with every single one of my gestures. When my hand pushes my panties down my thighs, his breath catches—like he’s one second from stepping in. But deep down, I know he's taking every precaution to not do it. He wants to teach me a lesson I’ve already started to learn.
Maybe my mind isn't completely his, but my body sure is. And I'm starting to suspect... maybe a piece of my soul too.
Still, I can’t go there right now. The road only leads to uncertainty and remorse, and all I want in this moment is to feel that raw pleasure running through my body.
Finding the line that leads to my entrance, my fingers slide slowly on the wetness gathered there. It's then that I see him shift from his place, moving to sit beside me on the bed, his eyes locking on mine as his hand comes to rest on my lower belly.
