Her hand glided down the length of his rigid cock and he couldn’t stop himself then. He bucked against her palm, seeking the delicious friction. She didn’t punish him or cluck her tongue. He took that to mean that grinding his hips was allowed. He did it again, closing his eyes, drinking down the intense hit of pleasure that jolted him to his bones.
“Payne,” Elissa murmured and he flicked his eyes open and looked into hers.
She moved back and held his gaze as she licked the length of his erection. She was trying to kill him. He groaned and rocked his hips, hungry for more. She rose off him and crawled back up the length of him, and he stilled right down to his breathing as she reached behind her. She grasped his cock and he clutched the bedclothes as she inched down onto the head and slowly took him into her hot sheath, gloving him tightly.
She stopped when the crown hit the furthest point it could go and opened her eyes and looked down at him. She traced patterns on his chest with her fingers, and he almost growled at her. He didn’t want teasing. He wanted thrusting. Hot, sweaty, dirty, thrusting.
He inched his hips downwards. She grabbed them.
“No.”
He did growl now.
She eased her grip. “I’m in control.”
She didn’t sound sure so he nodded to reassure her. She hesitated and then looked down at his stomach.
“You can’t come.”
“I beg your pardon?” He had surely misheard her. She couldn’t possibly be expecting him to make love to her and pull out before climaxing. She had spent the past god knew how long pushing him to the brink. She would be lucky if he could stop himself from flipping her onto her back and fucking her raw.
“I said you can’t come.” Her voice was small, almost too quiet for him to hear it, and then she lifted her head and spoke clearly. “You can’t climax until I let you.”
Payne groaned in anguish but his incubus side lit up, excited by the proposition. Dirty little fucker. He had thought that side of him would have been the one to complain about what she wanted from him, not his vampire one. He had never been into this sort of crap. Normally his incubus side hated not being in control.
Funny. It had been purring for her since she had started playing dominant to his submissive.
Payne really hoped it wasn’t a mate thing, because that would mean that at some point in this sordid affair, he had started considering the possibility of binding himself to Elissa.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he choked out when she moved on him, settling harder on his cock, her slippery heat encasing him.
She smiled very wickedly. “Oh, I know... incubus.”
Payne groaned again, already straining, too hot for her. His powers of attraction might not work on her but he was still a slave to them and his nature, and both incubi and vampires made piss-poor submissives. He had done his best so far but he wasn’t sure how much more he could take, and what she wanted from him might just push him over the edge and into dangerous territory for them both.
“If you refuse to do this, then I have no choice but to tie you up and gratify myself while you watch, and I will get very imaginative about the methods I use... but I won’t touch you or untie you until the moon has risen and set three times. I’ll make you watch me the whole time.”
Holy hell. His cock pulsed inside her. Was she trying to make him explode right now? The thought of spending three days at her mercy, without her easing his burden by laying her hands or mouth or any part of her on him, all the while teasing him by pleasuring herself, had him burning hotter and hotter. All of him screamed to obey. He could do this. Couldn’t he?
“I want you.” She shifted on his cock and he clenched the midnight blue satin sheets in his fists, trying to keep control. “But I can’t let you have all of me. Understood?”
Too well. “You’re cruel. It isn’t fair. I need you too.”
Fear lit her eyes and she went to dismount. Payne seized her hips and stopped her. Damn, he knew that it was going to be nigh on impossible to stop himself from climaxing but he would do all that he could. He needed a safety net though.
Payne lifted Elissa off him. Disappointment replaced the fear in her eyes.
“I get it.” She looked small as she curled up on the bed beside him, a contrast to the woman who had just been playing dom with him.
Payne teleported to his jeans, grabbed the condom from his wallet, and teleported back to the bed, landing hard beside her. He waggled the foil packet at her.
“We can play, Sweetheart, but I won’t guarantee I will be able to completely hold off. I can’t. I will reach a point of no return and my hunger will take over and demand satisfaction.”