Page 85 of The Monster and the Masochist

I jumped slightly, and my eyes flew open as Cassandra wrapped her fingers around my wrist, pulling my hand away from my cunt.

She was still breathing heavily, but her dark eyes were clear now, and she looked determined.

“I want to do it,” she demanded, and I froze for a second, deliberating on how I wanted to handle this.

I didn’t always trust my partners to touch me.

Sometimes, one wrong move could trigger a flashback, and the last thing I wanted to do was ruin this night with my stupid fucking trauma.

But this wasn’t just any partner.

This was Cassandra.

If I made my limits clear, I knew she would respect them.

“Don’t… penetrate me. Please,” I whispered, meeting her gaze and letting her see how important it was that she listened to me.

She frowned slightly, but only for a second. Then she nodded.

Instead of reaching between us to finger me, she threw her leg over my shoulder and slotted her pussy against mine.

“Come on my clit,” she ordered, using her hands on my hips to force me down against her.

The slick feeling of my clit rubbing against hers felt so fucking good, my entire body locked up before I could even properly thrust into her.

“Shit, Cass…” I moaned, and an orgasm tore through me out of fucking nowhere. I didn’t even need to move through it; Cass’s hands did all the work for me. She rocked me into her as I shuddered and moaned through my climax.

I usually wasn’t super vocal in bed, but I couldn’t help but cry out as she sank her teeth into the side of my neck… hard.

The pain lit up all the dopamine centers in my brain, and another orgasm pulsed through my clit almost immediately after the first one.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I barked, and Cass released a soft, breathy laugh as I came undone on top of her.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. That’s so good, Theodora…” she breathed in my ear. All the strength seemed to leak out of my body, and I melted helplessly down on top of her.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and dragged the tips of her fingernails down my sweat-soaked back. I let out an embarrassingly needy whimper.

“Shh, you’re alright,” she hummed to me as I quivered on top of her. We were both covered in sweat and cum, but neither of us seemed to care. “You came so good for me, Theodora. You did so good…” she whispered, burying her face in the crook of my neck.

I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her back, crushing my eyes shut against the sudden rush of emotion that swelled in my chest at the praise.

I almost told her I loved her in that moment.

I didn’t.

Of course I didn’t.

Even I had more self-respect than that.

But god, did I ever want to.

“Thank you” was all I said instead, and she laughed softly, letting out a low, satisfied hum against my neck.

“Sleep in here with me tonight?” she asked, and again, I suddenly felt like I was fighting back tears.

“Of course. Anything you want, baby girl,” I replied, and I meant it.

I would give this woman anything she wanted.