He twisted me around, pushing me onto all fours on the bed. With a single finger, he traced my spine, taking his time to roll the tip around every vertebra. By the time he reached the bone above my bottom, my whole body was shaking, my core overheated.

I was suddenly shameless in my own needs, my breathing an indication that I was no longer in control of my mind or body. Which was why when I blurted out the way I felt, there was no real sense of shame, only a dark craving that I knew deep inside only he could fulfill.

“Fuck me.” The words stung my lips when I said them. With every stroke of his hand, I was more relaxed than I’d believed possible.

He didn’t respond as I knew he wouldn’t, at least not so verbally. But he continued his trail, sliding a single finger down the crack of my ass. I was stunned by the thoughts racing through my mind, the need for him to claim my dark hole like he’d done with my pussy.

His fingertips dragged against my soft skin, pulling my cheeks apart. I sucked in and held my breath, tingling all over when his thumb pierced my asshole.

With a single sigh, I clawed at the bedding, opening my legs wider. A true blatant invitation that should bring shame. But it didn’t.

There was little resistance to the pressure, his thumb pressed in, my muscles accepting the invasion. When his other fingers found my wet and aching pussy, an even deeper throb created an almost desperate need.

He pumped his thumb in several times while swirling the tips of his fingers around my clit. I ripped at the comforter, panting as I did. There were stars in front of my eyes so colorful and bright that I couldn’t see anything clearly.

The way he was teasing me was maddening, including his husky laugh that resonated through me, the deep baritone sending vibrations. When he pulled away completely, I was slow to react, so much so he was able to crack his bare palm against my ass cheek before I could beg him for more.

His chuckle was as infuriating as the entire day had been and I wanted to scream at him for tormenting me. Nothing about him should surprise me given everything I’d witnessed, but after squeezing my ass cheek, his hot breath cascaded across my skin just before he bit my ass.

“What?” My shrill cry was quickly soothed by the way he flicked his finger across my clit. I doubted I’d ever been so wet, the ache only increasing with every move he made.

The surprise of his tongue flicking across my puckered hole forced a slight tenseness into every muscle, a nervous laugh when he prodded the hole with the tip. I’d never had a man do that before and it felt better than it should, filthy in a sinful way that drew on the darkness inside.

His tongue created more pressure, my pussy clenching tightly in a longing for his thick cock. Perhaps he sensed I was losing my mind because he pressed his groin against me, allowing me to feel the savage throbbing of his cock through the thin material of the scrubs.

“Please, don’t tease me.”

He laughed once again, leaning over and ripping my hair from around my shoulders. This time he bit my shoulder, the pain flaring as before but even so, juice trickled from my pussy, slickening the insides of my thighs.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”