Dominated(24)

“Good girl.” He scooted forward so his face was closer to her sex.

Her legs trembled. She grew wetter under his intense stare. When he clasped a hand on each thigh and held her open farther, she gasped.

“So pink and pretty. I’ll never get enough of your sweet pussy,” he whispered, reverently.

His touch did things to her. His look alone sent her arousal into overdrive. His voice, especially his dominant one, made her melt. But his touch . . . God, it scrambled her brain.

She both loved and hated the feeling. It must be similar to the out-of-control sensation a drug addict might get. She’d never done any drugs. Nor did she intend to. And she didn’t like feeling out of control.

She felt hypnotized by him. As though he had a spell over her.

“It’s the mating, Kathleen. It sends everyone into a sexual frenzy, baby. It’s normal. Don’t fight it.” Was he a mind reader now too?

She clenched her jaw, trying desperately to hold on to a thought while his fingers inched closer to her center.

He glanced up at her face. “Did you masturbate last night, Kathleen?”

What? She stared back at him, eyes wide, unable to close her mouth or form a sentence. She had no intention of discussing her masturbation habits with him. Why did wetness drip out of her pussy?

“You did.” He stroked her thighs with his thumbs, a maddening tease that sent more moisture pooling between her legs. “God, you are so fucking sexy.”

She gazed at him, still mute, and squirmed, attempting to break contact with his hands.

He held her tighter, his fingers digging into her thighs with just enough pressure to be more erotic than anything else.

“Show me what you did to yourself last night, Kathleen. Show me what makes you hot.”

Her jaw fell open. She shook her head. No fucking way could she masturbate for him. Just telling him she’d even touched herself had been difficult. A demonstration was out of the question.

He stood and leaned over her, using his hands to ease her onto her back. He manipulated her as though she had no muscle control.

And she let him.

He gripped her thighs again and pressed them wide, her knees bent and angled up toward her chest. “Show me,” he commanded.

He stared into her eyes until she couldn’t take the tension anymore and she glanced away.

The air was warm, the rock beneath her heating her back.

Gabe grabbed one of her hands and pulled it to his mouth. She jerked her gaze toward that juncture as he sucked three of her fingers between his lips. He twirled his tongue around them until the gesture made her squirm. He even closed his eyes halfway while he simulated the fucking motion.

When he released her hand from his mouth with a pop, he set her wet fingers on the V between her legs and resumed his grip on her thigh. “Show me.”

She was so horny now, she would do anything to alleviate the need consuming her from the inside out. Her wet fingers were right there. It took little effort to stroke them through her lower lips, parting them to expose the moisture gathering at the entrance to her pussy.

One stroke and she moaned without the ability to stop herself.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how you like to be touched. Use both hands. Stroke yourself, Kathleen.” He leaned lower, his breath landing on her exposure.

She closed her eyes and angled her head back farther to escape his gaze. If she concentrated on masturbating, maybe she could pretend it was him touching her instead of herself, just as she had last night.

She dragged her fingers through the wetness again, pressing her middle finger inside her a few inches and then pulling the moisture up to her clit. Her other hand joined easily, holding the hood of her clit up to expose the little nub to the air. She loved that feeling. Just exposing her clit made her long for contact.

She didn’t hesitate now, stroking her wet fingers over her clit and then dragging them back through her entrance to gather more of her wetness. She bucked upward, but was restrained by Gabe’s firm grip. She’d never been spread that wide before. It wasn’t possible to do it herself.

“Did you touch your tits too, baby,” he muttered.

God, had she? Probably, but not after starting in on her clit.

“Show me.”

It took a lot of stamina to release her pussy and backpedal to her nipples, but she did. She flicked them simultaneously with both hands and then pinched them as she had last night. She’d visualized Gabe stroking her last night and she did so again now.

When she grew restless, she reached back between her legs.

“Good girl. Show me what feels good,” he encouraged.

Kathleen plunged two fingers into her core while she stroked her clit with her other hand. She was too far gone to care about her exposure now. She concentrated on making herself come. The sooner the better. She was so close.