52. Torture Me

~ CASIMIR ~

The sheer joy of watching her slowly fall apart was a drug. The control it took not to plunge all the way into her, to roar my own need and pump into her, was stunning. And addictive.

But she was clenching, sweating, whimpering, getting so close to climax. She was gasping for it, her eyes hooded, pupils dilated, but locked on me.

She couldn’t get her tongue around words anymore, only guttural cries and calls. And that was how I wanted her, I realized: Surrendered, begging, wordless, and waiting… on me.

My chest heaved with my own panting. She was, without doubt, the hottest thing I’d ever seen. But I was back in control, thrilled and turned on, and ready to break her in half when it was my turn, but first…

First she had to come—whether she wanted to or not.

Well, fuck. Who was I kidding?

Of course she wanted to.

So, I would dance that line until she had to… or she might die.

*****

~ JESSE ~

Torture. Cazz was torturing me.

When he’d first kissed me, everything in me swelled