Page 43 of Break Me Not

Her hand came to my chin, lifting it so I was staring at her. Such a small movement had fire seeping into my skin wherever she touched.

“But is it really punishment if both of us like it so much?”

“You can do whatever you want to me, Liz. My body belongs to you. It was made for you.”

Her eyes hooded, and her tongue popped out to wet her lips.

“Lift your shirt.”

I tugged on the thin fabric and pushed it up until my breasts were bared to her. Her eyes fell to them immediately, and my nipples hardened further, painfully under the attention. My breathing became shallow.

“Touch them for me.”

I moved both hands to my breasts, massaging them before plucking my nipples. Self-stimulation never did much for me, but it was different with her watching me. I wanted to do good for her. I wanted to be good for her.

“You’re such a good listener,” she cooed. “Now your pants. But not all the way. Just enough for me to see your pretty cunt.”

I couldn't push my pants down fast enough. She raised her brow when she saw that I was keeping my underwear on.

“You didn't give me permission.”

Her lips turned into a full-blown smile. “Well, I can’t really see that pussy with your boxers in the way, can I?”

My entire body was vibrating. I made quick work of them and leaned back on my elbows, spreading my legs as far as they would go for her with my pants restricting me. It somehow made it all the more erotic.

I was exposing myself to her. I was at her mercy. It felt so dirty.

“Wet your fingers.”

Oh God.

I stuffed two fingers in my mouth, keeping eye contact with Liz as I wove my tongue through them. I could see her nipples getting hard underneath the fabric of her loungewear and imagined her getting as wet as I was.

I could still taste her on my tongue.

“Now touch your nipples.”

I teased them, and a low groan came from my chest as pleasure coiled sharply in my belly.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

I threw my head back as pleasure went straight to my core, unable to stop myself from jerking my hips as I went.

“You're unusually good tonight. I expected at least some snarky comments here and there.”

“I want to be a good girl for you, Mommy,” I said, breathlessly. I forced myself to look at her while she was already looking at my cunt as it spilled onto the floor.

“Your clit first. Slow.”

I couldn't hide my whine as my fingers circled it. Her gaze made everything feel a hundred times more potent. She liked what I was doing—I could tell by the way she was looking at me, desire so clear in her eyes that I thought I might be hallucinating it.

I wanted her to touch me so badly. I was close to begging for it.

But I didn’t, not wanting to scare her off and lose the chance she was giving me.

“Ah! Mommy, this feels⁠—”