Chapter 252

Steven means to torture me into the ultimate pleasure. My heartbeat is already thunderous, but it somehow amps up even more. I have to clench my pussy to keep from spasming my own way to an orgasm just from thinking about what’s about to happen.

Edging. Steven wants to bring me to the edge of climax just to hold me back at the last second, again and again, just like in that BDSM book.

Gods, I am so on board with this.

So is he, if the unbridled heat in his eyes is enough to go by. His gaze on my naked, sweaty, horny body is sending fire straight into my veins. I want him so badly, I’m about to lose my mind. It’s so difficult to stay as still as he wants me to be.

Stop, he said, and gave no command to continue.

I whimper, hoping he’ll see how desperate I am.

He smiles slightly, a mischievous little thing that I’ve never seen before on his face. Gods, it’s so hot. I can see the relation to Beau when he’s like that, but Steven’s all his own. He’s almost… malicious.

I whimper again, louder. This time I don’t do it on purpose.

“Move,” he says, another order.

I obey at once, teasing my clit with renewed fervor. I give up holding back my pussy lips for him to see and lower that hand instead. I trace one finger along my opening before plunging it inside.

It’s so inadequate compared to a man’s bulky fingers, or a hard cock, but I make do.

I keep my eyes open, mere slits, as I watch Steven watch me. He strokes himself in time with my ministrations, even picking up when I do.

He’s quiet as the grave though, which is endlessly frustrating. I know he can be loud. I heard him before when I not-so-accidentally eavesdropped on him.

I wonder if he remembers that. If he’s thinking about it right now like I am.

“Steven…” I whine.

He tilts his head and considers me with narrowing, critical eyes. “You want my voice?”

“Please,” I beg. I buck my hips a little, chasing friction. I gasp in pleasure.

“You want to know how I feel watching you? How hard I am for you? How you look so hot and desperate for my – Stop.”

I still my hands at once, then whimper loudly. Gods, I had been so close just now. His words were a whole other level of aphrodisiac.

I won’t move without permission though. This game, though torturous – I want to cum so very badly – I know will have nothing but rewards in the end. Per that book’s heroine, the waiting makes the final release of pleasure hit harder.

I want to feel that. I’ll be damned if I ruin it now.

Steven’s hand had stilled on his dick. He gripped the base of it. His dick twitched. His own face is squeezed up in frustration.

He’s edging himself too. Oh Gods, we’re going to crest over into oblivion together.

I can’t fucking wait.

I listen to the sound of my shaky breaths, watching how they seem to match the tremor in Steven’s chest. This is a torture intended for two.

“Move,” he says.

I move at once, starting off much faster than before. If I’m quick, very quick, maybe I can –

“Slow down,” he commands, and I’m helpless but to obey his Alpha commands. I also don’t want to.

I slow my hands down, though I can’t control the bucking of my hips. My body wants more. I’m on a dagger’s edge, pulled taunt. I’m so close I can almost taste it.

I slip a second finger into myself and –

“Stop.”

I groan loudly. Tears well in my eyes as I feel the closeness to my orgasm stretch again. My whole body is trembling for want of it, for want of this man. This blissful torture is almost too much to endure.

“I know you want to cum,” he says, voice lust-rough and growly. “I can see it in you. I want you to, too, but not yet. Not before I get to tear you apart. I want to see how long it takes you to unravel, Chloe. I want to watch you beg and whimper and writhe. I’ll take you to the edge and keep you there. Maybe I’ll never let you cum.”

The tears fall from the corner of my eyes. Can’t he tell how hard this is, to not move on his command? To wait? I’m being so good for him. He can see that right?

“You are so fucking hot like this, Chloe. Naked, at my whims. I don’t want to go back. I want you like this forever.”

“Steven… please…”

“I’m not heartless, Chloe. I’ll let you cum eventually. And it will feel so good that you’ll keep crawling back to me, pussy first, begging for this again.”

“Yes…” I want to buck my hips. I want to move. “Please…”

“Move,” he says. Just as I begin to, he says, “Stop.”

I sob. Gods, I’m so close. Right up on the edge. He’s denying me again and again. If I don’t cum soon, I’ll –

“Move,” he says. My hands start to fly, moving at blurring speeds. My body writes and trembles. I peek my eye open and see him trembling too, his hand blurry on his dick.

“Keep moving. Get yourself there, Chloe. Take me there too. Right over the edge. Right – ah, there!”

“Steven!” I cry, right as he grunts hard, and releases all over the edge of my mattress.

My orgasm punches the air from my lungs. It hits so hard, I collapse on the bed. My pussy spasms, again and again. This orgasm just keeps going, on and on, and I’m a prisoner to pleasure.

Eventually, the pleasure is too much and I pass out.

When I wake, I’m cleaned up some and dressed in a bulky t-shirt and panties. I’m under the covers, with Steven over them beside me. He’s fully dressed and looking at me.

“You okay?” he asks.

I just stare at him. Quiet, bashful Steven absolutely unleashed himself in the bedroom. What the heck was that? Where had that come from?

He’s bashful again now, cheeks reddening. “I didn’t scare you…?”

“Scare me?” I laugh. My body is pleasantly sore from such an intense orgasm, but I can feel my healing ability already bringing me out of it. It’s kind of a shame, honestly. I would have liked to enjoy the feeling a bit longer. “Steven, that was so fucking hot. I would absolutely be down to do that again.”

Some of his shyness ebbs away and he laughs with me as he slouches further down onto the bed.

With his head on the pillow beside mine, he turns to look at me. Like this, his glasses are skewed. He looks so adorable.

I know what I want to ask before the words even materialize properly.

I want to do this again.

But Steven’s rules linger in the back of my mind. He doesn’t want sex without love. We’ve come close here. We’ve walked right up to the line.

Maybe he’s the one who’s scared and wants to pull back.

“Would you like to do this again?” I ask, and hold my breath, waiting for the answer.