"Say it," He demanded, propped up on his elbow, lying so close to my prone body, but not quite touching, except for his hand which rested palm down on the soft round of my stomach, his fingers several inches from where he knew I needed them be. This was his favorite game. To be played only when he was absolutely sure I could hardly bear it. As usual I was furious with him and he was loving every minute, wallowing in his power over this. I turned slightly, teeth gritted in something close to anger and shook my head.
"No. Don't... Not today." Almost a whine, definitely a pleading with him. Perhaps he would see the desperation in my eyes and relent. I always deluded myself with that thought, and I was always wrong. He would never relent. Even as my chest heaved in a sigh of frustration, my hips lifted just an inch or so up from the bed, unconsciously seeking that touch.
"Just say it." He repeated, that self-satisfied grin on his face almost driving me crazy. My eyes screwed shut, I couldn't bear for him to see me in this state. Like a child I tried to imagine that if I couldn't see him then it was me who was invisible.
"Please..." was all I was able to mumble under my breath, my back arching, hips twisting towards his fingers.
"Nuh-uh!" He laughed at me, his expression more amused than angry, but he removed his hand from my abdomen, allowing it to hover just above my skin where I could still feel its radiated warmth.
"Just tell me what you want." Every word enunciated so slowly and clearly for my benefit as if I was having trouble comprehending what he asked. I understood each syllable only too well. My tongue dragged over my suddenly parched lips.
"You..?" I tried hopefully, wondering if the trembling pout of my lower lip would soften this man just a little. Knowing inside that it would not even come close.
That laugh again, ending in such a broad grin and then softer words. "I know you -can- say it. It's not difficult. C'mon... it's only words, baby." Almost gentle now, but teasing, taunting. Maddening man. His hand lowered again, resting on my hipbone where his fingertips began to trace circles over my skin. I could have sworn his fingers were tipped with fire or how else could such a gentle touch have set my skin alight, shooting flames right to the apex of my thighs. Right to the heart of the ache that was building there which so needed attention. I failed in my attempt to stifle the whimper that escaped my lips, and as his eyes snapped up from my hip to my face I felt the deep red flush creep across my skin, turning my cheeks so hot they felt as though they were illuminating the room with their glow.
"Baby..." The back of his fingers brushed over the heated skin of my cheek. "-I- know what you need, -you- know what you need. You only have to ask and I will give it to you. I really don't understand what the problem is with this. Now..."
He leaned back a little, the hand that had so lightly caressed my cheek slipping down lower and before I had chance to roll away, he flicked at my already firm nipple with the nail of his forefinger. The cry of surprise that came from my lips held an undercurrent of a moan, which of course he did not miss.
"Ah.. so that's what you want, is it?" His tone was so triumphant that I wanted to beat him with my fists, but I knew where that would get me and instead I bit down hard on my lower lip and tried to gain some semblance of control over the reactions of my body. My failure to do so brought a low chuckle from his throat, and drew that fingernail to flick once more at my nipple. This time I was rendered virtually helpless, the slow arch of my back and roll of my hips toward him leaving no doubt what my body craved, despite the fact that my lips refused to ask for it.
"Ohgodplease..." Desperate, breathless words running together as my hands released their grip on the sheets at my sides and reached for him, an act which subconsciously I knew would cause me trouble, but this was one situation my mind did not have control over. His hands took firm hold of my wrists in an instant and as he leaned over to raise them above my head, pinning me to the bed, hovering above me, I felt the unmistakable press of him against my hip.
His face bent close to mine, his breath warm on my cheek. "Have I ever denied you anything you've asked for, baby? Hmm?"
I shook my head, swallowing hard and saw his eyes follow that anxious undulation of my throat. He dipped his head lower and his lips pressed to my neck for a second, but he pulled back quickly, in time to see my eyes flutter closed and my head tip back to expose more of my throat to his exploration.
