Page 52 of Toxic Attraction
He stops.
Pulls his fingers out completely, thumb leaving my clit, and I make this sound—desperate and broken and begging.
"No, no—please—no"
"Shh." His fingers, wet with my arousal, come up to my lips. "This is what happens to liars, remember? They get fucked with. Denied. Made to understand exactly who's in control."
He slides his fingers back inside me before I can respond. Works me even harder this time. Faster. More brutal. Curling his fingers against that spot inside me that makes my vision go white.
Pleasure builds impossibly fast. Overwhelming. I'm going to come. Can't stop it. Can't—
He pulls out again.
"No!" It tears out as a sob. "Please, please—"
"Please what?" His hand goes back to my throat, tilting my face up. "Beg me properly."
"Please let me come." The words spill out shameless and desperate. "Please, I need—"
"What do you need?" His fingers slide back in, and I nearly scream from relief and frustration. "Say it."
"I need to come. Please. I'll do anything—"
"Anything?" His eyes gleam with dark amusement. "Careful what you promise, little mouse."
He works me to the edge again. Brings me right to the precipice where one more touch, one more second would push me over—
And stops.
I actually sob this time. Tears streaming down my face. Body shaking with need and denial and humiliation.
"Please—" I sob in a small, broken voice.
"This is what you deserve." His voice is cold. Clinical. "For lying. For spying. For thinking you could betray me and get away with it."
His fingers slide in one more time, and I think maybe—maybe this time he'll let me—
He pulls out and steps back completely.
The loss is devastating.
I'm left sitting on his desk, legs spread, skirt bunched around my waist, wet and wanting and so desperate I can barely think straight.
"Get out." His voice is flat. Final.
"What?" I can't process the words. Can't understand.
"Get out of my study. Go back to your room." He adjusts his cuffs like nothing happened. Like he didn't just take me apart with his fingers and leave me shattered. "And Valerie? Next time I catch you spying on me, it won’t be pretty. I will not be this kind.”
Kind?
There's nothing kind about this. Nothing kind about making me beg and cry and then denying me. Nothing kind about the humiliation burning through me.
But I slide off his desk on shaking legs. Try to smooth my skirt down even though my underwear is gone and I'm still wet and aching.
“You don’t get to touch yourself.” He growls on my way out.
I run out of there for the second time. Down the hallway on trembling legs. Past guards who probably know exactly what just happened. Into my room where I lock the door and slide down to the floor.
