Page 35 of Misadventures in Blue
“Sorry for what?” she asks breathlessly.
“For making me want you so much. Now shhh.”
I go back to the drawer and riffle through all the interesting items in there. In addition to the jeweled plug, she has a vibrating one, along with a very realistic dildo—which I’m boorishly proud of being bigger than—and three different vibrators. I pick a vibrator and then join her on the mattress, where she’s currently trying to rub her thighs together for friction.
I pinch her nipple. “Knock it off.”
“Make me come.”
I pinch again, giving it a tiny twist through the lace this time. She gasps and then moans.
“Jace, please,” she begs. “Just once, and then you can do whatever you want.”
I don’t bother responding to her ridiculous demand. I’m already too wrapped up in how I want her to come. How I want to stake my claim all over her body until it’s mine, mine, mine.
I take the vibrator, turn it on, and lie on my side next to her, propped up on one elbow so I can watch her reaction as I buzz it over her nipples and navel. As I run it along her inner thighs and ghost it over her folds until her pleas start falling out of her mouth faster than her breaths.
She’ll do anything, she says, anything I want. She’ll suck me, jerk me, take me anywhere in her body, she’ll do any depraved thing I ask…as long as I let her come right now. So long as I ease her misery just a little.
“No,” I say simply.
But I do find her clit with the vibrator and give her a little taste—just a little hope—before I click the vibrator off and deny her again.
She writhes on the bed, trying to free her wrists from the blouse I tied around them, which is when I flip her onto her belly and prop her up on her elbows and knees.
“I like the thought of you with these plugs in your drawer, dirty girl,” I say. I unhook her garters and garter belt and fling them to the floor. Her panties are lace, real and delicate, and it takes nothing for me to rip them off. And finally, I get the view I’ve been wanting all day. A cunt so wet it glistens in the near darkness and the tight star of her asshole above it.
I press a thumb against that star now, testing its tight resistance. “I like the thought of you so desperate for it here that you do it to yourself. That you squirm in bed alone at night, just needing it. My filthy baby.”
She’s moaning now and trying to push back against my touch.
“Have you ever really been fucked here, Cat? With a cock?”
“N-No,” she answers, still seeking out more pressure and friction from me. “Just toys. But I—I want it. Wanted it for so long.”
“None of those rich boys knew what to do with you, did they? They didn’t know how shameless you really are. How much you need to sin.” I palm her cunt, feeling how wet my words have made her, and she shudders at the contact.
“Jace,” she pleads.
“Baby, you know the only answer you’re gonna get is when I’m good and fucking ready, so instead of asking, why don’t you tell me how you feel? What’s happening inside that amazing mind of yours?”
“I-I feel like my skin is too tight,” she manages, still trying to buck against my hand. I use my other hand to toy with her clit a little to reward her for obeying. “My cunt feels hollow. My nipples hurt, they’re so hard. I feel like I haven’t come in a thousand years.”
I frankly feel the same way, with her wrists tied and her pussy against my palm, and I have a dizzying moment when I realize that my anger and my jealousy have turned into something else, something different. Like desire—but darker, because it’s the desire to see her fall apart for me like I’m falling apart for her. Like possession—but better because she’s begging to be possessed.
If I had to call it anything, I’d say it was love. Rough and elemental, the only love I’m capable of giving.
Ah fuck. I can’t spin this game out for much longer. Not when the urge to claim her and to love her is pounding through me so hard that my cock throbs in time with it.
I take the plug in my hand, admiring its weight and its cute little jewel at the end, before I trace the cool tip of it down the curve of her spine.
She shivers.
“Plug first,” I say. “Then me. And when I’m inside your ass for the first time—that’s when you can come.”
She gasps when she feels the cool dri
zzle of lube on her and again when I add the extra coolness of the plug pressed against her rim.
