Sweet Seduction Surrender by Nicola Claire Page B

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    I don't know why touching myself seemed to be the only form of disobedience I could conjure up. Surely getting up off the bed made more sense. Even getting dressed, turning on the light. Taking a bloody cold shower would do. But I dismissed all of those notions as inadequate. He wanted me to obey that last command. Why else did he repeat it?
    And, if I was brutally honest with myself - and there was no one here to see the blush that came at these next thoughts anyway - I was entirely too turned on. Who gets turned on by this sort of thing?
    Obviously me.
    I licked my lips, took one more quick glance out of the doorway, still seeing nothing there and hearing the TV channel surfing, so I slowly began to stroke a hot hand down my chest, pausing slightly at my breasts. My back rose, pressing my already rock hard nipples into my palms and I closed my eyes as my hands squeezed the flesh tight.
    Oh, dear Lord that felt good.
    My eyes sprang open to make sure Jason hadn't appeared or heard the small whimper that escaped my lips. But the TV would have been too loud and was still alternating channels, the abrupt interruption to sentences making it obvious he was still surfing out there.
    I smiled at my defiance of his instructions. Captain Jason Cain was not in charge of me.
    One hand travelled on reluctantly from my nipple, but there was a more urgent area needing my attention. Eyelids closed again, I let a long sigh out of my mouth, turning my head to the side as my fingers found their goal. My body shivered, then followed that up with a jerk as I started rolling my clit beneath my fingertip.
    I could still hear the channels changing from down the hallway, so I didn't bother to open my eyes and check the room again. I just concentrated on what my fingers were doing, on the wetness beginning to coat their tips, on the swelling and throbbing that had taken up residence between my thighs.
    This was so wicked and because Jason had forbidden it, so decidedly naughty. But oh so nice.
    A finger dipped inside, and I wished it was Jason's. Or better yet, his hard shaft. I pumped the single digit three times, then needing more I withdrew it and replaced it with two instead. I could have rolled over to my bedside drawer and retrieved my vibrator, but that seemed like too much of a deviation from Jason's instructions and I wasn't sure how much time I actually had left.
    Needing to finish this, needing to get the release my body craved, I worked harder, blocking out everything else except what my hand and fingers were doing, and the building tension inside.
    Half of me expected to be interrupted, for Jason to burst in and demand I stop. To pull my hand aside and and replace my fingers with his. It was an image that just made my body tingle with evermore urgent desire. I wanted him to catch me. Oh dear God I wanted him to take over. To punish me for my disobedience, to carry out the threat of spanking me like he'd promised.
    This was why we were doing this, wasn't it? This game of cat and mouse.
    I think I knew he was there, even though I didn't open my eyes, couldn't hear anything else but my laboured breathing and the TV out in the lounge. But my mind chose to ignore that sensation of being watched and finish what I - no what he - had started.
    I came apart in a dizzying array of colours behind my lids. So unexpected considering the dimness of the room. I gasped, bit my lip, and then had to bury my face in the pillow beneath my cheek to stifle the cry that escaped my throat. I don't know if it was the imagined fantasy of having Jason watch me, or the fact that if he did catch me I'd be in for some trouble, no doubt. Or just the whole scenario he'd created. But the orgasm was one of the best self-induced I'd ever had.
    Of course, despite his body not being the stimulant to bring me to climax, he had certainly been involved in the event. So, could it still be called self-induced?
    I panted through the aftermath and slowly came back to the