Page 66 of Surrender to Me
His hand drifts lower, palm sliding over his abs, his cock getting impossibly harder.
My focus completely on him, I move my hands down my body until I’m once more touching my pussy.
He spreads his thighs even farther apart.
When I do the same, I feel the stretch and burn all the way into my muscles.
He brings his hips forward, and when I do the same, I’m utterly exposed to him.
“Now this…” Stryker cracks his palm lightly against his own thigh—smack—the sound sharp, intimate. A faint red mark blooms. “Just enough to wake the skin.”
I’ve never done anything like this.
And for the first time, I feel like I’ve wandered into dangerous territory. His. What else will he demand?
With a breath, I copy him. The sting blooms hot and sweet, making my pussy clench.
“Not so bad?”
The pleasure/pain is as intense as it is shocking.
“Now between your legs.” He wraps his fist around his cock, stroking himself once, slowly and deliberately. “Match me, Allie. Feel what I feel.”
Focusing on him as if he’s my only anchor in the world, I circle my clit in the exact rhythm he sets. The friction is exquisite torture.
Suddenly I’m damp, and my thighs tremble as he watches me with dark, hungry eyes.
He moves his hand lower, between his legs and spreads two fingers wide, and I instantly understand that he wants me to spread my labia.
Excited and nervous, wondering what he’s planning, I comply. Cool evening air rushes over my slick folds, and my clit throbs from the exposure.
He rocks his pelvis forward, just a little, angling his cock higher, the movement deliberate, inviting. I mirror, tilting my hips, pushing my pussy toward him, the stretch pulling everything tighter, baring me completely to his gaze. Will I ever get used to being so exposed?
His eyes darken, and he lifts his right hand, palm open, then brings it up, close to his cock but not quite touching.
The message is clear.
I stare, stunned, my breath catching in my throat, disbelief flooding me as heat rushes to my cheeks. He can’t mean?—
“Do it, sweetheart.”
You want me to…
“Yes.”
He makes the motion a second time.
God… Squeezing my eyes closed, every part of me shaking, I tap my pussy.
Shockingly it doesn’t hurt, and I’m more aroused than I was before.
“Nice start. But look at me. Be brave.” He makes the motion again, this time a little faster.
“I—”
“Mirror me, Allie.”
Hating that I’m as fascinated as I am horrified, I spank myself a little harder.
