Page 10 of Rent an Enforcer

“Yes. Very okay. Please continue.”

I lay her back against the arm of the couch, moving slowly so she has time to stop me. She doesn’t. No, she pulls me closer with her fingers twisted in my shirt, and I settle over her, bracing my weight on one arm so I don’t crush her.

“I’m going to touch you,” I tell her while my hand slides down her side, over her hip. “Right here. You’re gonna tell me if it’s too much.”

Her eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling faster the lower I travel. “It’s not too much.” Her voice is thin and breathless. “It’s the opposite of too much.”

I slip my hand under the waistband of her jeans, and she inhales sharply, hips lifting. She’s already wet when my fingers find her under a pair of thin cotton panties. The sound I make is low enough, primal enough, that it surprises even me. “Fuck, Stella.”

“Is that bad... is that good?” She’s gripping my arm with both hands, her eyes wide.

“That’s perfect.” I stroke her swollen, slick lips. Slowly, barely moving, watching as everything registers on her face. Reading every twitch. Every catch of breath. “You’re so wet for me. You know that? You’ve been like this since we were cuddling under the blanket, haven’t you?”

She turns crimson. “Maybe.”

“Not maybe.” I press harder, circling her clit with my thumb. Her entire body jolts. “Tell me the truth.”

“Yes!” she gasps. “Yes, since the blanket, since you sat down, since—God⁠—!”

“Good girl.” I keep the pace slow. Steady. “I’m going to make you come. Right here on this couch, with my fingers. And you’re going to let me hear it.”

She lets out a sound that could be dread, could be fear. “Every sound,” I demand. “Don’t hold anything back.”

I slide two fingers inside her and the noise she makes is loud enough that I feel it vibrate through my chest. Her back arches off the cushion and her hands fly to the back of my neck, nails digging in. I keep my mouth at her ear, talking her through it. “You feel so good. You’re so tight around my fingers. I can smell you, you know that? I can smell your pussy.”

“God!” she moans, moving her hips, working against my hand.

“I’m going to learn every single thing that makes you fall apart,” I whisper, “and then I’m going to do all of them. Over and over. I’m going to do it until you can’t remember your own name.”

Her hips rock faster. “I can’t!” she pants. “It’s too… I’m going to…”

“Let go,” I urge. “I’ve got you. Come for me.”

That’s what does it. That’s what makes her break. Her body locks up, both hands gripping my shoulders hard enough I know I’ll bruise. And then her head falls back and her back arches, and she lets out something silent, soundless.

And I work her through it. My fingers are still moving, my mouth at her ear. “You’re beautiful,” I whisper while she whimpers. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

When I pull my head back, she’s blinking at the ceiling. “Holy shit,” she whispers.

“Are you okay?”

“I think I saw colors. Actual colors.” She turns her head to look at me, dazed and flushed, so goddamn beautiful it’s like a fist to my sternum. “Your turn.”

“Oh, no. You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” She sits up, still trembling, and her hands go to my belt. She’s nervous, of course. Her fingers fumble with the buckle as she murmurs, “Tell me what to do. I want to know what you like.”

So I do. I guide her hand, then her mouth. “Take your time,” I murmur, stroking her hair. “Use your tongue. No teeth.”

“Even I know that.” Then she lets me slip past her lips, and I close my eyes, caught between taking care of her and enjoying the feeling of the wet heat gripping my shaft.

She’s a fast learner. She picks up on what works and doubles down on it. Her hair falls across my lap in a curtain of red that moves every time her head bobs, and I’m close, right there, so close to the edge⁠—

I open my eyes.

The rabbit is on the coffee table.

He’s facing me directly, and his expression has shifted from interested to what I can only describe as prosecutorial. His black eyes are unblinking and his ears are flat.