“I’m right there. Oh, god . . .”
His mouth shifted away and he released the panties, letting them snap back into place. I took a deep breath in through my nose and blew it out of my mouth. I knew what this was. My body was aching for release, but he wasn’t going to allow it yet.
“I understand the lesson,” I said. “Please, can we—”
He laughed. “You think we’re done? Payton, shit, we’re just getting started.”
chapter
TWELVE
He backed me down from orgasming at least a half-dozen times. With his fingers and with his mouth again. He’d taken off my panties the second time he went down on me. Tremors shook my legs and my arms began to go numb from the lack of movement, but I did my best to keep them in place. Dominic showed no signs of letting up anytime soon.
“Are you brinking me?” I asked, struggling for breath.
“What’s that?”
“Where you take me to the brink of orgasm and back off.”
The smile I got was evil. “Oh, then, yeah. That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
Each time I got close, he either stopped or changed techniques. The second option was worse because it was new, different pleasure right on the heels of the sensation that was supposed to send me over the edge.
“Oh, shit, please.” My voice was shaky. He was back to kneeling between my legs. This time he used both his mouth and his fingers. Please let this be the time he allows it.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.” I was out of my mind. I couldn’t focus on anything else.
He paused his mouth, but that pair of fingers continued their slow press in and out, and I shifted my hips in time with them.
“Do you need to come?”
With every cell in my body. “Oh, god, yes.”
“How badly do you want to? Tell me.”
My skin was on fire, yet covered with goosebumps. My eyes closed under his power, which I was drowning in. “I’m going to lose my fucking mind. Please, Dominic. Please.”
He carved a path with that mouth, from entrance to clit and I sucked in a breath. Yes, yes, yes . . .
No. He ceased everything and shot to his feet. No longer touching or tasting me.
“Then, come,” he ordered. His dark gaze focused on me, watching. I clamped my legs together, squeezing every muscle in my lower body, trying to send myself over the edge when he’d abandoned me teetering there.
And . . . and . . . it wasn’t going to happen. A deep sound of frustration broke free from my chest.
“This lesson is the fucking worst. I’m over it.” I brought my arms down. I could get this knot undone with some maneuvering, and I’d finish what he refused to.
But his mouth crashed into mine, stunning me motionless. Hands slid beneath me and forced me back up the bed, his naked body along with it. The boxers must have come off when he was going down on me the millionth time, and his hard length pressed against me.
My head hit the pillow at the same instant he yanked open a drawer in the nightstand. A box tore open. A wrapper crinkled as he rolled onto his back beside me and his hands moved, covering himself.
My teeth chattered. Not with cold, or fear, but some side effect of the insane need gnawing at me. Need. For him. When he was ready, he threaded his head through the circle of my tied arms and positioned himself over me.
“You want this cock inside you? Say it.” He slid it in my wet folds, priming himself, or just being more of a tease.
“Fuck, I want your big, hard cock inside me.”