‘Oh, haven’t I?’ he said, his eyes shining. He shoved one hand inside my knickers and put his long fingers to work, parting my pussy lips and tracing circles around my clit. ‘You’re very wet, Foxy. How do you account for that, if I don’t know what turns you on?’
I couldn’t answer, I was all lost and drowning in the way his fingers worked me.
‘Mm,’ was about all that sprang to mind.
Tom laughed, rubbing more persistently, getting the tip of a finger inside me.
‘Soaking,’ he said. ‘Getting these naughty knickers in a right state.’
I squirmed, the lace of my knickers chafing my bottom, getting bunched in between my cheeks. I peered down to look at the outline of Tom’s hand, a busy mound inside the gossamer fabric. Seeing it like that turned me on even more. I jerked my hips upwards, wanting more of his fingers deeper inside.
He took the hint and sank t
wo of them in, then three. I was exquisitely full, and his thumb still tended to my clit, drawing wave after wave of wetness out of me. I couldn’t have believed I had that much juice in me, if I hadn’t felt it pooling in the crack of my bottom and spreading a damp patch all over the back of my knickers.
‘Oh, Jesus,’ I gasped, my heart hammering. I was going to come like this, under the hand of my bare-chested, booted master. Yes, he was the master and I was at his mercy…My mind filled in the details it needed to bring my orgasm closer.
I shut my eyes and clutched at his arm, needing to steady myself before the wave crashed.
He pulled his fingers out! All the way out of my knickers.
My eyes flew open and I stared at him stupidly.
‘Wha? Whassup?’
He leant right over me, his nose touching mine, his eyes demonic, and said, ‘Tell me about your secret computer stalker, Ella.’
I wailed out my frustration.
‘You’re evil.’
‘I’m evil,’ he agreed, ‘and I’m relentless. And I want to keep you coming until you can’t see or move any more. But not until you tell me your little secret.’
‘This isn’t fair,’ I said.
‘I know,’ he said, and he kissed me hard, flicking the tip of his tongue over mine, pushing it down as if to show me he would do the same to my resistance.
‘Don’t make me,’ I said, reaching down for the bulge in his trousers, in the hope that I might be able to distract him. ‘I want this.’
He batted my hand away and held my wrist tight.
God, it was turning me on even more. I didn’t remember him being this masterful the first time. Then again, we were both much drunker on that occasion.
‘You’ll get it,’ he promised. He kissed my neck, sucking on it, but not hard enough to leave a mark. Just enough to make me want to howl with need. ‘As much of it as you can handle. When you’ve told me what I want to know.’
He flexed his hips, pushing his hard mound into the junction of my spread legs so that my clit tingled madly.
‘Please!’ I said, having to contend with his tongue on my nipples now, its tip probing past the fishnet. He was winning. I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.
‘You know what you have to do,’ he said. He rotated his hips, achingly slowly, then withdrew a fraction so that my clit was left to throb untended.
‘Oh, for fuck’s sake, it’s a blogger whose blog has disappeared. I want to find out what’s happened to her, OK?’
He grinned roguishly and kissed the tip of my nose.
‘There, you see. Not so difficult, was it? Now you’re going to show me everything you’ve got on this blogger…’
I clenched my fists and beat them on the duvet, my teeth gritted with frustration.