“I’m not back,” she protested, even when her body was starting to move willfully against his intruding fingers. She was well on her way to an orgasm, even while she tried to keep it away. Caught between desire, sensation and loathing, there was a fine slip of a place where she couldn’t stop what roared through her.
“I love how you protest, Jackie Mackenzie,” the Colonel murmured gleefully.
“Please stop,” she tried for the last time, when she already knew she’d been beaten. The climax was at the edge. Just another few swift strokes of Mitchell’s fingers, and she was letting the waves surge through her, the juices from her cunt flowing on his hand. She was in tears, from relief and shame, as she closed her eyes to shut him away.
Mitchell withdrew his hand from her skirt. Pulling a
