Without hesitation, she ran her fingers over her clit, sucking in her breath as she did. She was already so aroused, so swollen, that she knew it would only take a moment's work to bring herself to climax.
She rubbed her fingers against it once more, circling and circling as hard and as fast as she could, her core already beginning to clench.
Damien grabbed her wrist in his hand the moment she felt her orgasm coming.
"No," he said sternly. "You're not supposed to come without my permission."
Beatrix's lips parted in surprise. She should have been upset, she realized. She should be furious. But God, that stern voice, that command. That implication that he was the one in control made her more aroused than ever.
Beatrix trembled with the need for release, her nipples painfully peaked, her breath now shallow and panting.
"Put your fingers inside," Damien said slowly, deliberately.
"Put them all the way in."
