Page 13 of Beg Me
His hand tightens in my hair, just enough to tilt my head back so I'm looking at him instead of the scene. "Good girl."
Those two simple words send a surge of heat through me, more powerful than any vibrator. I've never wanted praise so badly in my life.
"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm asking for.
"Please what?" His eyes are dark, demanding.
"I don't know," I admit, trembling under his gaze. "Just... more."
His smile is predatory. "More what? More pain? More pleasure? More humiliation? You have to be specific, Tess."
The vibrations increase again, making coherent thought difficult. "More of you," I finally manage. "Whatever you want to give me."
Something shifts in his expression, a flash of hunger. "Be careful what you wish for, pretty toy."
The name sends another jolt through me, separate from the vibrator's steady pulse. I'm his toy. His to use, to play with, to control.
And God help me, I want it more than I've ever wanted anything.
"I'm not afraid," I say, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.
Colt's laugh is low and dark. "Maybe you should be."
The vibrations intensify without warning, and I bite down hard on my lower lip to stifle a moan. The woman suspended in rope twists gently in the air, her surrender complete and beautiful, while I'm coming undone on this loveseat beside a man I barely know.
"Focus," Colt commands, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "Tell me what you're feeling."
"I can't—" My voice breaks as the vibrator pulses harder, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my core. "Everyone will see."
His fingers tighten in my hair, not enough to hurt but enough to command my complete attention. "No one is looking at us. They're watching her." He nods toward the suspended woman. "And even if they were looking, you'd still tell me what you're feeling."
The vibrator switches to a pattern that makes my thighs clench involuntarily. My breathing turns shallow, each inhale catching in my throat.
"I feel like I'm dissolving," I whisper, the words tumbling out before I can filter them. "Like I'm not even me anymore."
Colt's eyes darken with satisfaction. "That's it. That's what you need."
He increases the intensity again, and my vision blurs at the edges. The suspended woman and her rope master fade into the background as my world narrows to the sensations between my legs and Colt's steady presence beside me.
"Please," I gasp, no longer caring who might hear. "I need?—"
"Not yet." His denial is gentle but firm. "You're still thinking too much."
My hips shift restlessly, seeking more friction, more pressure, more anything. Colt places his free hand on my thigh, stilling me with a touch that burns through the fabric of my skirt.
"Be still," he orders, and somehow my body obeys, even as it screams for release.
The vibrations slow to an agonizing pulse, just enough to keep me desperate, but not enough to push me over. I whimper, a sound I've never heard myself make before.
"Look at me."
I turn to find his eyes locked on mine, studying every micro-expression on my face. Something in his gaze makes me feel utterly exposed, like he can see past my skin to all the secret, shameful parts of me I've kept hidden.
"You're doing so well," he praises, his voice softer now. "You're starting to let go."
Am I? I try to focus on his face, but it's becoming harder to concentrate on anything beyond the pulsing need between my legs. My thoughts feel fuzzy, disconnected, like I'm watching myself from somewhere slightly outside of my body.
"Color?" he asks, his thumb hovering over the remote.
