Page 54 of Of Monsters and Mazes

She dug into her lip harder as I continued down her waistband, and drew light pressure down the flared material, tracing a line between her legs. Though I stayed over her skirt, not brushing the spot I knew she wanted. I buzzed her with the same low, guttural vibrations she’d seemed so fixated on when she’d been flipping through the modes. I danced along the apex of her thighs, then back up to her naval.

“N-not there.” She said with growing frustration.

“I’m not trying to rush, Bijou.” I whispered into her ear as I rounded her outer lips again, never getting too close. Her body was responding to every bit of foreplay, like no one had ever given her any before, and I couldn’t help reveling in the way it made her squirm.

But while I was cruel, I wasn’t a devil. I could give just a little.

I slipped in under her skirt and pressed the rounded tip of the vibrator to the base of her lacey panties. I drew small circles over the material, buzzing playfully around the shape of her pussy, then pressed in only enough to dampen the lace. I kept it there through her fidgeting.

“Am I getting closer?” I spoke softly against her neck, letting her feel my lips brush her skin, while that bullet shook through her core.

“Yes.” Her words were breathy and just a touch undone. Not enough. I wanted them completely unraveled and spilling on the floor.

I moved the toy upwards along her center, only a single centimeter, still not touching her clit. She tried to shift her hips, so I pinned her in place with my free hand, not relenting any control. I shook my head in admonishment.

“No cheating.”

“Sorry.” Her eyes were closed, while she dug her fingers into the smooth wall best she could. I was sure she didn’t notice that I was the only thing actually holding her up right now.

Each breath was slow and heavy as I danced over her pussy, purposely never hitting the exact spot I knew she wanted. I moved my hold up to her breast. Pinching her nipple produced the most intoxicating stifled moan, while I paired it with dipping the vibrator further between her legs. I nudged her ass through her panties.

“What about here?”

She only responded with strained panting. It was like she’d forgotten how to speak, and I loved that too.

“Is that a yes or a no? So confusing.” I feigned a frown, then moved back to her pussy, never giving her attention where she needed it. She was sopping wet, her body becoming so eager to be taken.

“Just a little higher.” She managed to say as she gripped my shoulder for additional support.

“So here?” Without warning, I placed the vibrator against her clit, leaving only the thin barrier of her lacey panties between her and its full power.

She gasped then grabbed me with her other hand. And with that look on her face, I wasn’t thinking about anyone or anything but her anymore.

“Yes. Yes, there.” He words came out deliciously desperate. Her eyes were closed, while her mouth hung open. I wondered who she was picturing as she dug her fingers into me.

“Oh, but you said this is made to be secured discreetly, didn’t you?” I chuckled softly, then I moved back down, enjoying the way she was losing herself slowly and surely. Those pebbled nipples brushed against my chest as she clung to me, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted her naked in my hands. I wanted to feel those small, desperate movements while her flushed skin was pressed against my own. To do this while fully clothed was criminal.

But I could wait. Her pleasure was what mattered right now, not mine.

Patience. I was the master of patience.

So I drew another line down the center of her folds, and I rasped quietly in her ear. “If I want to make sure it doesn’t go anywhere, I’m going to have to put it in… here.” Still holding the buzzing toy, I used my ring finger to hook the side of her lace underwear. I pulled the material over, exposing her beneath her skirt, then I nudged the vibrator into her soaked cunt.

She sucked in a sharp breath, then she was fully hugging my shoulders and burying her face into my neck. Her legs shook as I climbed back up to her clit, slick with her fluids, and held the device in direct contact with every sensitive nerve.

“Oh god—” She completely lost her ability to form words when I pressed the vibrator more snugly against her clit with my thumb, while I dipped my index finger just inside her entrance. I massaged the shallow rim of her pussy, as she involuntarily drenched my hand. Her hot breath, so ragged against my neck, was nearly as satisfying as the way she squirmed and squeezed against me.

“Right there?” I asked, forcing her to vocalize it for the Labyrinth’s satisfaction.

“Yes.” The confirmation came out more as a moan than a word, but I’d accept that. She squeezed my shoulders, locking her body against mine, letting the friction tug down her shirt, and reveal another inch of cleavage. She was lost in the sensation, and moving only on impulse, chasing her high using my hand and my body heat to find it.

Gods, I wanted to taste her. The way she clung to me, the way her heart beat, her chest heaved, her hips bucked, and she bit her lip in a feeble attempt to suppress her moans. Her scent was divinity, and I was salivating at the thought of drinking in that flavor of both her lips and her pleasure.

This was undoubtedly the serum talking, but I wanted to fuck her senseless right now. I wanted to feel those convulsing orgasms squeezing my cock, while she clawed at me for desperate purchase. Then I wanted to lick the come from her pussy until I lapped up every fucking drop, and let her taste her own perfect flavor on my tongue.

But that wasn’t the assignment. I couldn’t go any further than the challenge allowed.

Maybe I didn’t care about the challenge. Maybe none of that mattered. Maybe I should fuck her.