Page 126 of The Royal Art of Revenge

He lightly taps my ass, sending a small sting dancing across my skin. “Bad girl. Not like that.”

I laugh again, but he quickly silences it by covering my pussy with his mouth. His tongue laps at my wetness, and I push back into him again, making him groan. His hands are firm on my ass, keeping my cheeks spread, as he works his tongue round the swollen nub of my clit.

And once again, as my orgasm approaches, he pulls back, dipping his tongue inside my pussy instead. The immediate ache of the building release dissipates, and as much as I want to tell him to stop now, I can’t.

The word dies on my tongue.

Because something... Something about this feels good.

And I want him to do it again.

To take me to the brink and deny me.

As if he knows what I want, he does. He focuses on my clit, teasing and toying with it until my body tenses with apprehension, then he slides back, pushing his tongue deep inside my pussy again.

Ah.

I like this.

This unique mix of frustration and the edge of pleasure is almost painful, but in a way my body is responding to. In a way my brain is responding to. The only thing holding me up is my taut grip on the back of the sofa and Finn securing my hips. I don’t know how many times he’s denied me now, but it almost feels like I’m holding back, deliberately resisting my natural urges while seeking that high that the denial is giving me.

“Let go,” Finn breathes against my pussy. “I want you to come now.”

As if his words unlock something inside me, I push back, rolling my hips against his face. He works tirelessly at my clit, flicking with his tongue and sucking it between his lips. Over and over he does this, past the point of denial before, and all the pressure that’s built inside me explodes.

I come almost violently. I can physically feel my cum coating his tongue, and he groans into me, never letting up as he carries me through it. My entire body feels almost weightless, like I’m flying, and the fuzziness at the edge of my vision only adds to it.

Holy fuck.

“Finn... Finn...” His name is like a whimper as it falls from my lips.

He pulls back and gets up, leaning over me, covering my body with his. His cock, still free of his clothing from earlier, is hard, and it presses between my ass cheeks as he wraps a reassuring arm around me.

“You’re okay,” he whispers into my ear. “I’ve got you, baby. You’re okay.”

No, I’m not.

“More.” I gasp the word out. “More. Please.”

He pauses. “You want more?”

I press back against his cock to answer. “I want you inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please.”

He nips at my neck. “Are you sure you can take it?”

“Yes. I can take it.” I try to reach back, to grab his cock to push it inside me, but he stops me. “Please, Finn.”

“I hear you, baby. Stay right there. Don’t let go of that sofa.” He straightens up, slowly withdrawing from me. He flattens his hand on my lower back and presses down. I instinctively arch my back, tilting my pussy up towards him, and he rubs the head of his cock against me, soaking it in my cum.

He positions himself at my entrance and in one thrust, fills me, burying his cock inside me completely. “Fuck, Hattie. You’re so wet.”

My moan mixes with his words like a harmony. I’m tender and aching from his continued assault with his fingers and mouth and having him inside me when I’m so sensitive almost brings a sting of pain tingling through my lower body.

He kisses my shoulder, holding still, almost as if he knows I need a second. That’s all I need, though, because I want more. I want more of that intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure he was giving me just minutes ago. I want to feel myself on that edge only to be denied. I want to relive that sting of discomfort right before it gives way to the dizzy release of an orgasm that makes my head spin.

Finn puts his hand on the back of the sofa next to mine, bracing himself as he raises one foot up onto the cushions next to me. A gasp chokes its way down my throat as his movement pushes his cock deeper inside me. He slides his hand up my spine, and shivers coat their way across my skin when he wraps my hair around his hand and tugs, pulling my head back.

“Like this?” His lips brush my earlobe, and his breath is hot as it ghosts over my cheek. “You want me to fuck you like this?”