Page 20 of Shai

I let out a sigh, turning my head to pretend a great fascination in a

painting on the wall. “I should go to bed. I have things to do tomorrow. Important things.”

The body beneath mine turned to stone, and it was all I could do not to

smile. “Please.”

I focused back on him, my expression deliberately blank. “Please what,

Elijah?”

“Please finish… please…” His face twisted into a paroxysm of anguish

as he seemed to run out of words.

I tapped my fingers on his chest. “You’re going to have to do better than

that if you want me to continue. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

He glanced down to where his hard cock was leaking a steady stream of

pre-cum into his bellybutton. When no words were forthcoming, I shifted slightly, clearly signaling my intention to leave. Panic flared on his face. “Wait.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Tell me what you want. Tell me exactly what you

want.”

A battle of wills raged across his face, and I knew it could go either

way. He was stubborn enough to deny himself just to feel like he’d won this battle, and if that was the case, I would leave and let him have his way, safe in the knowledge that as he lay there horny and frustrated, and without the means to do anything about it, he would quickly come to realize just what a hollow victory it had been.

This was another test of sorts, another means of learning what made

Elijah tick, so that I could use it against him at a later date.

“Stroke my cock. Make me come.”

Better! Still not enough, though. “How do you want me to stroke it? Tell

me more. Convince me.”

Bright flags of color appeared on his cheeks, the lack of light doing nothing to hide the angry glitter in his eyes. He hated me. He really hated me, and the knowledge that despite that, he still wanted me to give him pleasure, was killing him. “I don’t give a fuck. Fast, slow, hard, soft. Whatever! I just want to come.”

Bending my head, I used my chin to push the head of his cock out of the way so that I could lap at the puddle of pre-cum that had gathered there, my tongue darting into his bellybutton to ensure I didn’t miss any. When I spoke, I let the words play against his skin. “Well, seeing as you’ve asked nicely.”

His whole body quivered as I wrapped my fingers back around the stiff flesh. If Elijah really thought it was going to be that easy, he still had an awful lot to learn about me. For the next however long, I edged him mercilessly, bringing him to the brink several times, his abdominal muscles clenching in a way that must have been painful, before backing off and leaving him to gasp and pant his frustration. He tried to speak several times, but all that came out was incoherent grunts and moans, his body twisting in a never-ending cycle of pleasure so intense that it was indecipherable from pain.

I’d completely broken him, and he was glorious. Far better than I’d ever dreamed he could be. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks and I leaned forward to capture them with my tongue, the salty taste better than the finest wine. And then without waiting for an invitation, I kissed him, my tongue invading his mouth to explore and taste. He was too far gone, too centered on the throbbing pressure in his groin to offer any sort of protest.

I kept my hips away from him as I kissed him, refusing to provide him with the friction that might just give him the release he craved before I’d allowed it. A sound of pure need escaped from his lips as I finally released them. It seemed to spur him into being able to produce words again, a string of “please, please, please,” spilling from them.

Bracing myself on my elbows above him, I drank him in. I reached over to brush a stray strand of sweat-soaked hair off his forehead. “Ah, Elijah. You are far sweeter than I ever expected you to be. McIntyre was an idiot to let you go.” I stole another kiss, the curve of his lips just too alluring to resist. “What would you do if I left now, left you here to stew in your own juices?”

A sob broke free from his throat, more tears seeping from the corner of

his eyes. “Please don’t!”

I slithered back down his body, careful not to touch. His cock was so