Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

Kage breathes, “Fuck, baby. You love that, don’t you?”
So faint it’s barely audible, I say, “Green. Super ultra-mega
green. More. Please, more.”
Kage’s groan is barely audible, too. He smooths his hand
over my butt again, all around, then dips his fingers between
my thighs, finding the soaked center of me.
When he gently pinches my swollen clit, I gasp. Then he
swirls his fingers around the sensitive nub, whispering, “So.
Fucking. Perfect.”
When I push against his hand, aching to feel his fingers
inside me, he pulls away and gives me five more smacks on
my ass instead.
Shuddering in pleasure, I groan.
He strokes my clit again, until I’m grinding my pelvis
against his hand, then goes back to spanking. For every five
blows of his hand, I’m rewarded with attention to my pussy.
In less than a minute of the exquisitely torturous back and
forth, I’m on the verge of orgasm.
I whimper. “Please, Kage. Please.”
“Talk to me.”
“I need to come. Please make me come.”
“Oh, I will, baby. Just not yet.”
I groan in disappointment, burying my face into the sheets.
“I’m gonna keep going, but I don’t want you to come. I
want you to hold back for me. Tell me to stop when you get
too close.”
It’s hard to get even a word out between my labored
breaths. “Why?”
His voice grows softer. “Because it will be that much more
intense if you try to wait. It’ll build and build until you go
supernova. I want to give that to you. I want to make you
come harder than you ever have before. But if you don’t want
that, you know what to say.”