Page 14 of Beg Me
"Green," I breathe, "So green."
His smile is slow, satisfied. "Good toy."
The praise washes over me, and I feel myself sinking deeper into whatever this is—this strange, floating place where nothing matters except pleasing him, earning his approval, taking whatever he gives me.
The vibrator suddenly jumps to its highest setting, and I cry out, my back arching off the loveseat. My fingers dig into the cushions as waves of pleasure crash through me, building toward a peak I'm desperate to reach.
"Not yet," Colt reminds me, his voice the only anchor in a sea of sensation. "You don't come until I say."
"I can't—" Tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "Please, I can't hold back."
"You can," he insists, his hand moving from my thigh to cup my face. "Because I told you to. Because you're mine to control."
The possessiveness in his words sends another surge of heat through me. I'm trembling now, my entire body vibrating with need.
"Tell me what you are," he demands, his thumb brushing across my lower lip.
"Your toy," I gasp, the words flowing easily now, no barriers between thought and speech. "Your pretty toy."
"And what do toys do?"
"They...they please their owners." My voice sounds distant, dreamy, like it belongs to someone else.
"That's right." His approval is a physical thing, washing over me in waves. "And right now, you please me by waiting. By staying right on that edge until I decide you deserve release."
I nod, unable to form words anymore. The world has narrowed to this moment, this man, this overwhelming need. Nothing else exists or matters.
Colt leans closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "You're slipping into subspace, Tess. Do you know what that is?"
I shake my head slightly, not trusting my voice.
"It's where you belong," he murmurs. "Right here, mindless with need, completely at my mercy."
The vibrations push me over the edge without warning. The world fractures into white-hot pleasure as my body betrays me. I come hard, waves of ecstasy crashing through me while my mind registers what's happening in delayed horror.
"I'm—I can't—" My words dissolve into a broken moan as my back arches off the loveseat. My thighs clamp together, my body shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm rips through me.
Colt doesn't stop the vibrator. He tucks my head into his chest, letting me moan into his shirt while he watches me fall apart. Only when I collapse back against the cushions, trembling and spent, does he finally turn off the vibrator.
The sudden silence feels deafening.
He clicks his tongue, the soft sound somehow more devastating than if he'd yelled. "Look at you."
I can't meet his eyes. Shame burns through me, not for the pleasure, but for the failure. My first real test, and I couldn't even follow one simple rule.
"Couldn't even hold back for me." His voice drops lower, edged with disappointment that cuts deeper than anger would. "What a greedy little slut you are."
My cheeks burn hot with humiliation.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, the words feeling pathetically inadequate.
"Sorry?" He laughs, a low sound without humor. "You're not sorry yet. But you will be."
His fingers grip my chin, forcing me to look at him. His eyes are steel, piercing through every defense.
"Did I say you could come?"
"No." My voice is barely audible.
