Page 18 of Monster's Naughty List
Without warning, he shoved two thick fingers into me as a feral growl ripped through the room, “That’s how you want to play this, baby girl?”
Yes. It absolutely was how I wanted to play this.
I said nothing, not trusting myself to not give in too quickly as his fingers sank further in and curled down, stroking that spot that had me clenching around his fingers in a vice-like grip. As he began to stroke in and out, I couldn’t hold back the moans of pleasure, and I heard him chuckle darkly. “That’s it. All you need to do is answer me, and I’ll give you what you want.”
My hips began rocking to their own rhythm, fucking his hand at the pace I wanted, and for a few moments, he let me. My body began to tense in anticipation, my movements becoming more wonton, but then he withdrew his fingers, leaving me whimpering.
“What…what are you doing?” I questioned, panting as I did so. He’d robbed me of an orgasm, the motherfucker.
Was sexual etiquette a thing? Because if so, what he’d just done had been rude as fuck.
I craned my neck and saw him sitting back on his calves, stroking his dick languidly as he shrugged, “I told you to answer me and you’d get what you want.”
I was sincerely questioning whether defying him briefly had been worth it, because I was dripping with need right now and seconds away from grabbing my vibrator from my bedside drawer and telling him to fuck off if he wasn’t going to finish the job himself.
His eyes narrowed as if deep in thought, “What’s that phrase humans use? ‘Fuck around and find out’?"
Oh my god, he did not just apply that to our situation.But I guess it was true. If I wanted to play with fire, I couldn’t be mad about getting burned.
I’d play by his rules now.
I growled, sexual frustration making me feel so wound up. “Yes, I want to be a good girl.”
Clearing my throat, I wiggled my ass slightly, making it clear I expected my orgasm now that I’d done as he said, but all I felt was the breeze from the ceiling fan.
“That was what I wanted before,” he countered, humming lightly to himself as if in deep thought. He snapped his fingers like he’d found the answer to his internal question. “But now that you've ignored my command twice, the rules have changed.”
I groaned loudly.Fucking hell.This monster would be the death of me. Well, maybe not the death of me, but definitely the death of my sex life—because no one could possibly compare to this.
“What do I have to do now?” I asked, reaching down to stroke my clit. I needed to find a release or I’d combust.
In the span of my next inhale of breath, my body was lifted from the bed, and I was deposited onto my knees on the floor next to my bed in a rush.
“I told you that you come whenIallow you to,” he growled, displeasure clear in the scowl on his face. His fingers threaded into the hair on the top of my head, tilting my head back. My mouth fell open slightly as he did.
He stood naked before me, and with our height differences, he could have easily dick slapped me. Licking my lips as I watched the bead of cum form on his tip, I shuffled forward, wanting to lick it. His grip on my hair tightened, making me wince slightly, but I found the sting a pleasant reminder of who was in control here.
“I’ve decided what I want from you now, baby girl,” he purred as he stared down at me, black strands of hair shadowing his swirling eyes.
Fuck, I would do anything he asked of me right now. My brat side had come out to play and had felt satisfied by resisting for a bit, but now I was in pure submissive mode.
My eyes widened. “What is it?”
“Beg for it.”
How could three little words pack such a huge punch? Heat swirled through me as I thought of begging him for an orgasm.
Blinking rapidly, I swallowed. Then, I focused fully on the challenge evident in the way the corner of his mouth tilted up and his eyes narrowed.
“Please make me come,” I whispered, trying to find the confidence to sound bold in this new scenario.
“That wasn’t very convincing, baby girl,” he whispered back, letting go of my hair and trailing his hand down my cheek to rest under my chin.
My body shivered in delight as I mustered more courage and lifted my chin, fully accepting my role. I’d gotten myself into this, and I was damn sure going to see it through to the end. Sticking my bottom lip out in a pout, I widened my eyes and breathily begged, “Please make me come. With your hand, tongue, or cock. Whatever way you want.”
His cock twitched, and he groaned in delight at my words, “Such a good girl.”
An honest to god moan bubbled out of me as he praised me. How did he have so much power over the situation that I was getting pleasure just from words?
