Chapter 5 Good, little slut!

Bia's POV

A slow, sensual grin spread across his face, a look of pure male satisfaction that made my heart stutter wildly. "I thought you'd never ask," he purred. And then his hands were moving again, curling around the fullness of my breasts, squeezing them gently through the fabric of my top.

I arched into his touch instinctively, a desperate plea for more. He answered by cupping my breasts fully in his palms, kneading them with firm strokes that sent electricity zinging through every nerve ending. His thumbs brushed over my nipples through the fabric of my top, the friction sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core.

"You like that?" he murmured, his voice thick with dark amusement. "You like having your tits touched?" His hands continued their relentless teasing, each touch stoking the flames of my arousal higher.

I could only nod mutely, my eyes fluttering closed in blissful surrender to the sensations coursing through her. Each touch was electric, igniting nerves I didn't even know I had. My body was no longer my own, but his to command.

"Look at me," he commanded softly when I began to lose myself in the overwhelming pleasure. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. His expression was intense, focused, filled with an almost feral hunger that sent a fresh surge of heat rushing through my veins.

His hands moved again then, slipping under the hem of my top to brush against the bare skin of my breasts. The direct contact made me gasp, the air leaving my lungs in a sharp rush. His skin was warm and slightly rough against my sensitive flesh, his hands cupping the fullness of my breasts with possessive firmness.

"You have such beautiful tits," he murmured reverently as he began to knead the soft mounds in his palms. "I've wanted to touch them for so long." His fingers pinched lightly at my nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they were stiff peaks aching for more.

I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped my lips then, a raw sound of pure need that seemed to echo in the quiet room. He responded by pinching harder, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to my throbbing center.

"Please," I gasped out finally, too desperate to care how pathetic I sounded. "Please...I need..."

He seemed to understand instantly what I couldn't bring myself to say. His hands left my breasts then, trailing down my body in a path that made me shiver with anticipation. And then they were slipping under the waistband of my panties, his fingers brushing through the damp curls at the apex of my thighs.

"You're so wet," he murmured appreciatively as his fingers found the slick folds of my sex. "You're absolutely dripping."

I shuddered at his words, at the unbearable closeness of his fingers to where I needed him most. "Please," I whimpered again, shamefully needy. "Please touch me there..."

He chuckled then, a low, knowing sound that sent another wave of heat through me. "With pleasure," he purred. And then his fingers were slipping inside me, parting my slick folds with slow, purposeful strokes that made me gasp with pleasure.

"Fuck," he breathed as he began to pump his fingers slowly in and out of my tight channel. "You're so tight. So hot and wet and perfect." His thumb found my clit then, circling the sensitive nub with firm strokes that sent shockwaves through my body.

I rocked my hips against his hand instinctively, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything. The pleasure was overwhelming, building inside me with each thrust of his fingers, each stroke against my clit.

"Come for me," he commanded softly as he increased the pace of his fingers inside me. "Come all over my hand like a good girl." His words were filthy, obscene, and yet they only heightened my arousal.

I could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me as he worked my closer to the edge with each skillful movement of his fingers. My moans grew louder, more desperate as the pleasure crested higher and higher.

"Let go," he urged, his voice a low rasp at my ear as he continued to pump into me mercilessly. "Come for me now." His words were an unspoken order that I couldn't resist any longer.

And then I was coming undone with a cry of raw ecstasy, my body convulsing around his fingers as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me. He continued to stroke me through it all, drawing out every last shudder and gasp until I was boneless and spent in his arms.

When the final aftershocks subsided, I collapsed against him with a soft moan, my face pressing into the solid warmth of his chest. He held me close as I came down from my high, one hand smoothing soothing circles on my back while the other withdrew from between my legs.

"Good, little slut," he murmured softly as I trembled against him, my body still pulsing with the lingering echoes of pleasure. "But we haven't done yet, sweetheart."

I couldn't find words yet, couldn't formulate a coherent thought through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss that clouded my mind. But one thing was clear: I'd lost this battle in every way imaginable.

And yet, gazing up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, I knew without a doubt that this was only the beginning.