Tell Me - Ashe Barker Page 0,37

dripping, her moisture dampening the sheet beneath her.

“So wet, my slut. You really have no self-control, do you?”

Thea shook her head, convinced that her clit must be swollen to at least ten times its usual size. Would he? Please, please, please…

The wheel continued its inexorable path, tracing the outline of her pussy lips, first one side, then back along the other. He followed the route again, then once more. Thea was dragging in precious oxygen, her head thrown back as her body arched even more, stretched out tight as a bow string.

“Sir, please…”

“Wait. Not yet. I’ll tell you when, and you’ll come on my command. Not before.”

Thea groaned, but knew better than to argue with him on this. Tony would have his way, or he would punish her for setting the pace, for taking matters into her own hands, however helpless she might be.

He dominated her, totally, absolutely, and she relished it. This was what she was born for, this was the reason she was on this planet, her existence revolved around these moments. Her reality shrank to just this room, and her stern Dom, as he caressed her straining, needy body, controlled every nerve ending.

Tony used his free hand to part her pussy lips, and he rolled the pinwheel along the delicate inner flesh. The gossamer menace of the sharp spikes scraped her clit, and she shivered, her orgasm hovering just beneath the surface. Her senses were at a breaking point, her consciousness about to shatter. She couldn't control this, was powerless to hold back.

“Sir…” The word was a plea, a strangled, desperate moan. “I can’t. No more. No more, please…”

“But you can, my slut. You can do more. You’re not ready yet. I’ll tell you when it’s time.”

Behind the blindfold her eyes were screwed up, tight shut. She clenched her fists as her pussy convulsed, her body wracked with shudders as she fought the desperate, losing battle. Tony was relentless, drawing the wheel along her wide open pussy, over the tip of her clit, then around the sides of the throbbing nub until she was near incoherent with lust.

Then he stopped. Just stopped. The wheel was gone, her twitching senses bereft. She lay still; shivering.

The bed dipped again. Tony was beside her, his body stretched out alongside hers once more. His chest was bare, she felt the rasp of the soft hairs which were scattered across his pecs against the delicate skin of her inner arm. He palmed her breast, his touch gentle but firm. He pinched her nipple, the pressure exquisite.

Now, yes. At last. Enough. Almost…

His hand was gone. She thought she might cry. Probably was weeping already.

He shifted again, and she let out a ragged moan as he sank two long fingers into her drenched, drooling pussy. She squeezed, gyrating her hips to force the friction. He let her, didn't order her to stop. She ground against him, seeking the release she now needed more than oxygen.

“Now. Come for me, slut.”

The impact was instant. The low, seductive timbre of his voice connected directly to something in her core, and she detonated. His fingers were motionless inside her as she convulsed around them, her body rocking, writhing, contorting against the ropes that bound her as wave after sensual wave crashed through her system. Every muscle, every sinew, every over-stimulated nerve ending spasmed. Her head was spinning, her senses reeling. She was flying, or perhaps plummeting to earth from some dizzying height. And none of it mattered. Nothing mattered to her outside of this all-consuming need her Dom evoked. And satisfied.

Hours, or maybe just moments later, her body went still. She lay, panting, her heart thumping against her breastbone as her world righted itself.

Tony’s fingers were gentle as he removed the blindfold to bring her blinking back into the light. She still was not ready to open her eyes though. He released her ankles, then her wrists. Then he pulled her into his arms and held her, shivering against him. He was solid, warm, unshakable. She knew he had her, and she was safe

“Talk to me, Thea.”

“Sir? I love you.”

“Mmm, good to hear. Not too intense then?”

“Maybe. Definitely. But it was good. And I do love you.”

“I love you too, my sweet slut. I love your hot, tight pussy, and I adore the way you go wild when you come. I think I may need to fuck you.”

“Yes, you might.”

“Or perhaps I should spank you, for being such a greedy, slutty little sub.”

“Either would be nice, Sir. Or