Page 97 of Criminally Yours

“Are your shorts off?”

She murmured her yes.

“I’m imagining your thighs. I’ve seen them, worshipped them when you were distracted. I remember them against mein the lake. You’re strong and beautiful, and I crave the night I get to bury my face between them and lick your pussy.” She sucked in her lips. “Do you wear knickers under your pyjamas?”

She groaned a yes. His chuckle was throaty, and it vibrated beneath her skin.

“Don’t take them off. Remove your top. Imagine it’s my hands on the material, my fingers grazing your skin like this morning, but now, they’re claiming you.” She followed his instructions. When she’d sexted before, it wasn’t like this. That was diluted desire compared to what Strike was gifting her now. “Remove your top so you’re nearly naked. Are your nipples hard?”

“Yes.”

“Touch them just once. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you pinch them.”

She whimpered.

“You’re doing so good for me. I can’t wait to play with them,” he added.

Fear ran in circles through her belly, but need and anticipation eclipsed it. Before, she was talking or sexting with guys, the idea that they’d touch her scared her. But she was needy for Strike to fulfil his fantasies.

“Please join me.”

“No. I want you on the edge, so you’re begging me. And you will be. You want this.”

“I want you.”

“I know you do,” he growled. “Drip water onto your knickers where they cover your pussy.”

“But I’m already soaking.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Slide those knickers down your legs. Imagine it’s my hands stroking you. It’s my breath blowing on your clit.” The fantasies were torturous, but she craved themwithout him here. “Get in the bath now. Leave the phone on the side so I can talk to you.”

She removed her glasses and slid into the bath, moaning as the water heated her skin.

“Move your hands against your body. Pinch those nipples, squeeze them.” She did as he demanded. “Does it feel good?”

She hummed her agreement.

“Use your words.”

“It feels amazing. I’m imagining it’s your fingers, your hands on me.”

“That’s my girl. Move your hand between your thighs. Don’t touch your clit yet, not until I allow you.”

She raised her knees while planting her feet flat on the bottom of the bath. Her body ached, and her pussy pulsed. She was desperate to touch herself, but she wanted his hands more. “Please come and watch. I want you next to me.”

He stammered, “This isn’t part of the plan.”

She waited for further instructions, but instead, she was rewarded with a groan, like he was fighting himself.

“Fuck the plan,” he uttered. “I want to watch you.”

She closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for the anxiety to overtake her. But it didn’t.

His boots thudded on the bathroom floor. He fed her desperation.

“Don’t open your eyes, not yet, not until I tell you,” he growled into her ear. She released a stuttered breath at his proximity. “Rub your clit for me. Lightly.”

She obeyed him. Her fingertips slid easily across her aching clit. Her legs shook, and heat bloomed in her stomach.