His fingers press into me with the perfect amount of pressure. Most men don't know where the clit even is, or when they do, they rub hard and fast like they’re trying to give us rug burn. Nas’s fingertips press with the perfection of a man who has done this a million times before, and while I don't feel great about that, I’m thrilled he knows what he’s doing.

He starts off light, barely touching my clit just enough for me to feel it, but it works wonders. I exhale as I close my eyes and sink into the sensation of Nas pressing a little harder. He rubs tiny, perfect circles on my clit and it feels so good that I struggle to keep my moans in my mouth. I pinch my lips together and lean my head back against the cabinet behind me, but when I do, Nas stops. I open my eyes to find him glaring at me as he removes both hands from my body.

“What’s the matter?” I ask, suddenly feeling nervous that I might have done something wrong, or broken some cardinal rule that a Dom like him can’t allow in his world.

Please don't stop. I haven't endured nearly enough.

“I see what you're doing, and I don't want you to hold back,” Nas explains. “With me, I wanna hear every moan. I wanna see every twist of your body beneath my touch, and I wanna see the passion and pleasure in your eyes. So, keep them on me, and don't ever hold back. You understand?”

I swallow hard before licking my lips. “Yes.”

Freedom. Finally.

“Good girl,” Nas says, before grabbing my throat, pushing me back, and kissing me hard. As I grab the back of his head and press his face tightly against mine, his hand finds my pussy again. This time, I don't fight the moan that snakes out of my mouth. It slithers out of mine and into Nas’s, and I feel the moment his face smiles against mine as he swallows it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he whispers. “Keep moaning for me. I wanna hear how good it feels to you.”

Every fiber of my being loves to give in to Nas’s command, and he keeps rubbing my clit just how I like it. He kisses me, continuing to caress the spot between my legs before sucking my tongue again, and before I know it, I am completely soaking wet. My pussy is so wet I’m in shock, and I’m sure I could come if Nas were to keep rubbing my clit this way. He has me wrapped around his finger, but he’s not finished yet.

Nas takes a step back, letting my neck go, and looks between my legs with a sly smile. “Look at it, Alina. Look how fucking wet you are. Look at how fucking sexy you are.”