Page 44 of Break Me Not

“You’re soaked. Were you like this all day? Worked up thinking about when we would get some alone time together?”

“Yes,” I gasped and put pressure on my clit. “The moment you walk into any room, I’m already soaked for you. I can’t help myself.”

Liz looked down at me with a kind of heat that had pleasure inside me going haywire. She had no intention of touching herself, and that made it so much hotter. She was in total control here.

“Then show me. Be a good girl and fuck yourself. I want to see just how needy you can be.”

I wasted no time sinking two fingers into me, pumping them in and out as I watched her watch me.

I couldn't handle it. I thought our time at the club had been intoxicating, but nothing felt like this. Nothing could compare to this. To me, offering myself up to her and having her guide me through it.

I was going to explode.

She took a deep breath, finally uncrossing her arms. The only indication that she was affected was the way her fingers grabbed the couch behind her, even though I could tell her breathing had kicked up, chest and breasts moving faster with each breath.

I fucked myself harder for her, plunging my fingers in and out of my cunt, the sound of it loud around us. And she just stood there, patiently watching me.

“Am I doing good, Mommy?”

“So good,” she murmured. “Are you going to make yourself come for me?”

My pussy fluttered at her words. It was already on a tight leash when it came to her.

“Yes, Mommy. Just for you.”

I lay down on the floor, trying to widen my legs even more, fucking myself with no reprieve or hesitation. Each slam of the heel of my palm into my clit sent a wave of heat through me.

“Fuck! Mommy, I’m…”

I was so close to my orgasm, it was painful.

“God, such a needy girl. Now listen to Mommy very carefully, okay?”

“Yes,” I panted as I slammed my hand against my cunt. “Yes, anything.”

If I'd really been paying attention in that moment, I would've noticed the smile spreading across her lips. I would have known what was coming.

“Stop.”

I hadn't even realized my eyes were closed until they popped open at the command.

Fuck. No way.

She’s not going to be this cruel to me, is she?

“But Mommy, I’m so⁠—”

“Do I really have to repeat myself?”

I whined as I pulled my fingers out, my cunt suddenly tightening around nothing.

“Please,” I begged. “Please let me come, Mommy.”

She just stood there for what seemed like a long time, just looking at me, taking it all in.

“What a mess you made,” she finally said, referencing the wetness spilled all over the floor.

“I'll clean it up.”