Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 84

"Yes, Sir," I moan, the words slipping out as my body surrenders to his control.

King doesn't waste any more time. He lowers his head between my legs, and the moment his mouth touches my pussy, my world ignites. His tongue swirls over my clit, teasing, tasting, feasting on me with a ferocity that takes my fucking breath away.

"King," I whimper, helplessly pulling against the restraints. I wish I could touch him, play with his hair like I love to do, but then I remember this is a punishment. I shouldn't act like I'm enjoying what he's doing to me, even if it feels so goddamn good.

His gaze stays locked on me, but he doesn't say anything. He looks like a fucking predator savoring his meal, his tongue and lips working with ruthless precision. My body is on fire, begging for a release I'm pretty sure isn't going to come.

Just as I'm right on the verge of an orgasm, he pulls away, leaving me gasping and shaking.

"Count how many times I edge you, kitten," he commands, his voice a low growl.

What? How many times does he plan to do this?

I lick my lips, panting. "One."

"Good girl."

An infuriatingly sexy smirk crawls across his face as he slides two fingers into my pussy, curling them and thrusting into me deeply. My body clenches around him, and I'm hurtling towards the edge again.

"Does that feel good, kitten?" he teases, already knowing the damn answer.

I nod, struggling to find my voice. "Y-Yes, Sir."

His fingers pump in and out of me, adding another, stretching me, while his mouth returns to my clit. His tongue and fingers work in perfect sync to fucking obliterate me until I'm a whimpering, shaking mess.

Just as I'm about to fall apart, he stops.

"Two," I nearly sob.

As if he's a master of my body, the vibrator stops just when I'm about to lose myself in the waves of pleasure, and he pulls away completely.

"Three!" I cry out, the desperation in my voice evident. The need thrumming through me is unbearable. It's like a fire that won't extinguish no matter how much I try to breathe through it.

This is officially fucking torture. I can't take it anymore. But before I can tell him to fuck off, he leans down and places a tender kiss to my lips.

"That's my good girl," he praises, his voice laced with pride and awe. It tugs at my heart, warming my insides in an entirely different way than the one he's trying to break me with.

Maybe I could convince him....