Free Fixed 01 - Fantasy Fix by Christine Warren Page B

hand. She felt it on her face and her breast, and she shivered.
    “You like that,” he murmured aloud this time, more an observation than a question, but she couldn’t muffle her breathless whimper of response.
    His fingers tightened further, sending sharp stingers of pleasure-pain along that unique pathway of sensation that ran from her breasts to her pussy.
    “Yes!” She gasped it, fighting against her bonds, fighting to feel more of him. “Please, Misha, more.”
    “So polite,” he murmured. “Such a good little girl you sound, milaya . Are you really a good little girl?”
    Reggie could barely remember her name and he expected her to answer questions?
    “Yes…anything. Whatever you want, Misha. Just, please. More.”
    If anything, his fingers softened around her nipple, making her whimper in frustration. He was doing it again. He had made her so hot, and now he was pulling away!
    That thought echoed in her head for about three milliseconds before it—and every other conscious thought she had managed to come by—flew out of her head, pushed aside by the sensation of his long, thick finger parting her soft folds and penetrating her.
    It felt so good, so much better than the phantom hands he’d touched her with before. This time the touch felt real and solid and hot against her wet tissues. She couldn’t help it. A low keening cry burst from her lips, and her hips jerked sharply upward to envelope his invading digit as deeply as possible. “Misha!”
    His hand smacked her sharply on the flank. She heard the cracking sound of it before she felt the impact, but the sting sent her hips pressing back to the mattress.
    “Ow!”
    “I told you twice not to move, Regina.”
    His voice sounded firm and forbidding, but somehow Reggie didn’t feel frightened. In fact, even with his rough pinch of her nipples and the firm spank he’d just given her, Reggie still wasn’t afraid.
    Because you trust me, dushka. As you should . His words sounded tender and patient, definitely a contrast with his last spoken commands and with his outward manner. Reggie hadn’t thought it was trust she felt when he’d pointed that silicone baseball bat of a dildo her way, and it certainly hadn’t been what she’d felt when he’d overwhelmed her with that magic hands trick.
    A moment of panic, he dismissed. Natural, really. You were not ready to experience that forbidden fantasy of yours. And the toys were not what you wanted. He flicked his thumb against her firm little clit to make her gasp, and inserted a second finger into her slick cunt. This is what you wanted .
    The width of the two digits stretched her, reminding her of how long it had been since she’d had sex. She felt full and somehow more spread and exposed than being tied mostly naked to the bedposts had managed.
    “This is what you want, isn’t it, dushka ?”
    She couldn’t think clearly. She couldn’t even tell the difference between his voice in her head and in her ears. It didn’t matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was that he keep touching her. That he fuck her.
    “Isn’t it, Regina?”
    He punctuated the repeated question with a twist of his wrist, sending his fingers even deeper inside her, rubbing against her slick, sensitive inner flesh.
    “Yes!”
    She hoped that was the right answer, because it was probably the most coherent reply she could manage.
    “Yes, what, Regina?”
    Oh, God, don’t make me think! Make me come! Can’t think— can’t… Ah! Uhn…more…
    His fingers pinched her nipple tightly and lifted, tugging hard at the beaded peak. A flash of pain tried to register in her hazed mind, but it blended with the pleasure and became just another level of the sensation that overwhelmed her. She moaned.
    “Yes, what, Regina?” His fingers pumped inside her pussy, the way made slick and smooth by her wetness. Crooking his index finger, he scraped the nail carefully against her inner wall. “Yes, you want this?”
    “Yes. This!