sending heat searing through her veins. She closed her eyes, fighting the desire to moan in pleasure.
He slid his fingers to her pussy from behind, and she gasped as they swiped through the juices coating her labia. Her face heated in mortification. He would know now what he did to her.
“And this wet pussy,” he whispered. “It ' s going to feel good when I get inside you.”
She shook her head.
“I will get inside you, Mikayla. I know it, and so do you.” She shook her head again. He moved his hand around to the front and slid two fingers deep inside her channel, making her cry out as he thrust deep enough to push her to her toes.
“I like that,” he whispered. “The sound of your cries. Such a sexy sound.” She bit down on her lower lip, swallowing her own whimpers of delight as he slowly fucked her with his fingers.
“Your body doesn ' t lie, no matter how hard you try to hide it…or fight it. You'll be so tight.” His voice sounded rough with desire, sexy, and it sent shivers running down her back.
Her hands fell to her sides, fisting in the material of her robe. His fingers continued to slowly thrust in and out, teasing her, offering her more, then denying it.
He pulled out, twirled his fingers around her clit, then thrust back in hard. She gasped, shoving her hips outward against his hand.
“The things I could do to you,” he whispered against her mouth.
God help her, the things he could do to her? What about the things he was doing to her? He still hadn ' t kissed her, and vaguely she wondered what he was waiting for.
Juices poured for her pussy to coat the insides of her thighs. No one had ever made her feel like this with just his hand. No one had ever made her this desperate for sex. Just the fact she was willing to fuck her captor said it all.
“I won't be…” She panted as he increased his rhythm, fucking her hard, forcing his fingers deeper.
“Won't be what? Won't be my sex slave? You already are. This is just the beginning.” He turned his hand so that the butt of his palm pressed against her clit, sending sharp lines of pleasure from there straight to her core. “I plan to make you come over…and over…and over,” he added in a soft whisper.
She moaned as the pressure inside her built from deep inside. Her fingers fisted in the waistband of his pants, holding tight as a thousand pinpoints of light exploded behind her eyes. Her pussy throbbed against his fingers, sucking them deeper. He held them still inside her, pressing his palm more firmly against her clit and causing her to
explode all over again. She ground herself against his hand, riding out the waves of pure bliss.
With a sob, she sagged against the wall. Angry with him, but mostly with herself.
“The night isn't over,” he murmured, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “I haven't even kissed you yet.”
Sidious couldn't stop watching her. Her lips were parted, her eyes half-closed, the green several shades darker in her desire. Her skin was flushed pink, and a thin sheen of sweat dotted her brow. He could do this all night -- watch her come.
He removed his fingers from her pussy and lifted them to his lips. She watched silently as he pushed them into his mouth and licked them clean. She tasted like honey, and he smiled before sliding his hand back between her legs, gently stroking her pussy.
She moaned, her hips working back and forth along with the motion of his palm.
He could feel her heat, smell her arousal, and his cock threatened to burst free of his pants. He was so damn hard.
“Sidious…please,” she whispered, her eyes pleading for him to understand.
He did understand, more than she would ever know. She thought he was her enemy and in some ways he was, but he wasn't the monster she believed, and before the night was over, he'd prove that to her.
He continued stroking her pussy. Juices coated his palm, and he knew she wanted him, despite what her heart was telling her.
“You're mine now,
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