I BOUGHT HIM IN HEAT

CHAPTER 11

I woke slowly the next morning, the sheets cool against my bare legs. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains. I stretched once, then reached for the intercom.

“James. Send Kai to my room.”

A short pause. “Yes, ma’am.”

I slipped on a thin black silk nightgown that barely reached mid-thigh. No underwear. The fabric clung to my breasts and hips. I left my hair loose and sat back against the headboard, one knee bent, waiting.

A few minutes later came the quiet knock.

“Come in.”

Kai stepped inside. He was wearing the new black trousers and an open charcoal shirt. The moment his eyes found me — half-reclined, barely covered — the front of his trousers began to tighten.

“Closer.”

He walked to the foot of the bed.

“Take everything off.”

He hesitated, jaw tight, then stripped. Shirt first, then trousers and briefs. His c**k sprang free already hard, flushed, the head shiny. He stood naked, fists clenched.

I looked at him slowly.

“Stroke it.”

His eyes flashed. “I’m not—”

“You will. Or I’ll edge you for the rest of the day and not let you come at all. Choose.”

After a long, angry second his hand moved. He wrapped his fingers around himself and gave a reluctant stroke.

“Slower. And keep your eyes on me.”

He obeyed, blue eyes burning with resentment as he stroked himself in front of me. The wet sound of his fist filled the quiet room.

I watched him for a while, then slowly slid my right hand under the hem of the nightgown.

Kai’s gaze dropped instantly.

I parted my thighs wider so he could see everything. My fingers found my already-slick folds and spread them open, stretching my lips apart so he had a clear view of my wet pink center. I held myself open like that for a long moment, letting him look.

Then I began to play.

I pinched my outer lips lightly between thumb and finger, tugging them, stretching them, rolling the sensitive flesh. A soft breath left me. I did the same to the other side, pulling and releasing, making sure he saw every small movement.

Kai’s hand slowed. His c**k twitched hard in his fist.

“Don’t stop stroking,” I ordered quietly. “Watch.”

I slipped two fingers between my spread lips and rubbed slowly up and down my wet slit, gathering slickness. Then I pushed both fingers inside myself in one smooth thrust.

A low sound left my throat.

I f****d myself with them steadily — in and out, curling against that sensitive spot on the front wall — while my other hand stayed busy. I used my free fingers to stretch my lips open even wider around the ones buried inside me, showing him exactly how I was taking them. Wet sounds filled the room, filthy and clear.

Kai’s breathing had gone rough. His fist moved faster despite himself.

I pulled my fingers out, shiny with my wetness, and brought them up to pinch and roll my c**t between them. I tugged it gently, then harder, rubbing the swollen bud in tight circles before pinching it again. My hips shifted against the mattress.

“You’re staring so hard,” I murmured, voice lower now. “Does watching me stretch myself open make you that desperate?”

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His c**k was leaking steadily over his knuckles.

I pushed three fingers inside myself this time, stretching further. A soft moan slipped out as I worked them deep, scissoring them open inside me so he could see the way my body accepted it. My other hand kept pinching and pulling at my c**t, then sliding down to stretch my lips again, holding them wide while I f****d myself with the three fingers.

The wet noise was shameless now.

Kai’s strokes had become frantic. His thighs trembled. A broken sound escaped him.

“Not yet,” I said. “You come when I say.”

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to slow down, eyes locked on the place between my legs where my fingers disappeared and reappeared, shiny and dripping.

I kept going — fingering myself deep, stretching my lips open with my other hand, pinching my c**t until it throbbed, then rubbing it hard. My nightgown had ridden up completely around my waist. There was nothing left to hide. Every part of me was on display for him: the stretched pink lips, the wet hole taking my fingers, the swollen c**t I kept abusing.

My breathing grew heavier. Soft, open moans left me with every thrust of my fingers. I could feel myself getting close.

“Keep watching,” I ordered, voice husky. “Don’t you dare look away.”

Kai’s eyes were glassy, fixed between my thighs. His hand moved in tight, desperate strokes. He looked wrecked — angry, aroused, completely caught.

I pushed my fingers deeper, curled them hard, and rubbed my c**t in fast, tight circles at the same time. My back arched. A louder moan broke from my throat as the pleasure finally peaked.

I came hard, thighs shaking, fingers still buried inside myself, pulsing around them while I kept stretching my lips open so he could see every spasm. Wetness slicked my hand and the sheets beneath me. I didn’t stop moving until the last waves faded, leaving me breathing hard against the headboard.

Only then did I look at him again.

He was right on the edge, c**k dark and dripping, fist still moving, eyes wide and hungry and furious all at once.

I smiled slowly, fingers still resting between my wet, open folds.

“Now you can come,” I said softly. “Right there. While you look at what you just watched me do.”