TheBurnList by Julia Devlin Read Free Book Online Page B

wanted to scream the
words but her throat wouldn’t work.
    “I want you to say it. Ask me to touch you.”
    “Why?” Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of
the table.
    “Because I want it, and so do you.”
    If he didn’t do something soon, she would burst into flames. On a hard exhalation, she said, “Please touch me.”
    “Answer my question and I will.” Another hard squeeze.
    A low, feral sound echoed on the air, and to Abby’s shock,
she realized it had come from her. What was happening to her? “I didn’t think
about anything.”
    “Hmmm…” He sounded skeptical and it worried her.
    She was telling the truth. She cleared her parched throat
and ignored the strong fingers stroking over flesh she’d had no idea was
sensitive. “I-I didn’t know what I was doing, and I did some research on the
internet.”
    His hand stilled. “You researched it on the internet?”
    Embarrassed, she closed her eyes. “Yes. And I did everything
they said, but it didn’t work.”
    “Ah, now it’s starting to make sense.” Before she could ask
what he meant, his hand covered her mound. A low groan sounded from deep in his
throat. “Goddamn, you are wet.”
    Seeking fingers traveled without resistance along her moist,
swollen skin. She flushed with need and embarrassment as she practically
dripped into his palm. “I’m sorry.” Hips jerked involuntarily as a slow ache
began to build.
    “There is nothing to be sorry about.” In a slow, steady
circle, he began to rub. A jolt shot through her as her muscles clenched. “You
forgot the most important part of touching yourself, Abby.”
    Nothing she’d experienced before had felt like this, like a
spring coiling tighter and tighter inside her. She gasped out, “What?”
    “You forgot the fantasy.” He kept up a smooth rhythm and she
put her head in her hands, shutting her eyes. Unable to help herself, she
rocked into his hand, a tiny moan escaping her lips.
    What was he doing? It was so…so…good. Awesome.
    “Feels good, doesn’t it, Abby?”
    “Oh god yes.”
    “This is why you have submission fantasies, it doesn’t
matter what your brain tells you.” His fingers sank inside her pussy. She
shuddered, her head falling back as her fingers clutched the white tablecloth. The spring coiled ever tighter until it became a pinprick of focus. Along her
neck, his hot, ragged breath warmed her already overheated skin. “You’re not
going to be able to think your way out of this, little girl. You’re going to
come for me tonight.”
    All coherent thought scrambled as his fingers began to pump. Harder. Faster. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
    “So hot and tight. You’re going to be a screamer. You’re
already fighting to keep quiet, and I’ve barely started.” His low, hoarse voice
sent shivers down her back.
    Her inner muscles clung to his fingers as he pulled out, leaving
her with a feeling of emptiness. Before she could stop herself, she moaned,
“No, don’t stop.”
    In response, he placed two fingers on either side of her
labia and squeezed up and down over her soaking-wet pussy. Intense pleasure
blasted through her. Her mind went blank. The invisible spring tightened to the
point of breaking.
    “I can’t wait to sink into this hot, wet cunt.”
    “Oh my.” Her fingers tightened on the table and she clenched
her jaw. What was he doing to her? It was almost unbearable. She wanted to pull
back, but then he squeezed tighter. Her head fell back. She moaned, hips
jerking up.
    “Look at me.” Tone harsh.
    Her head snapped up.
    The fierce expression on his face made her tremble. On a
ragged intake of breath, his hand stilled. He studied her, his eyes intense and
searching. “Is this the way you want your first orgasm? ’Cause you’re about
thirty seconds away from exploding all over my hand.”
    In confusion, she stared at him, not understanding why he
stopped when she’d been so close.
    He kissed her lightly. “This is your show,