Bound to my Enemy-Chapter 80.

"Maybe not," he says. Leaning close and sucking at my earlobes "But you’re not as unaffected as you pretend." My eyes practically roll to the back of my head. My core contracts, flooding my pussy with heat and making me suck in a stuttered breath.

I hate that he’s right. I hate it more that he knows.

Zane studies my face like he’s weighing something. His jaw tightens, then his eyes narrow at me.

"Okay ," he says. "Little spitfire let me cut you a deal."

He tilts his head slightly. "Do you have your phone on you baby?."

Wondering where he’s headed to I answer. "Yes I do."

"Where’s it?."

"It’s in my back pocket. Why?."

"Okay take it out for me wife. Can you do that for me?."

I reach blindly behind me into my back pocket and pull out my phone m.

"Now go to your clock app."

I do exactly as he says.

" Now set the timer to two minutes."

I do that.

"Good girl. Now if I can’t get an orgasm out of you in two minutes," he continues, calm and maddeningly sure of himself, "you walk out of here, you go back to your room and I won’t stop you."

My heart stutters. "And if you do?"

"Then you stay," he says. "And I get to fuck you. "

I swallow hard my mouth feeling dry.

Two minutes isn’t long. There’s no way he can pull that off. I’ve never had anyone make me come that easily. Not even men I was really into and liked a lot . And I don’t even like Zane, I have no flicker of affection for him so I can hold out, right? right?.

I know I shouldn’t, God don’t I know but every every cell in my body is vibrating with sexual energy. I want his hands on me. I want his fingers inside me. Just this once, really just this once. Just to relieve this constant aching need in my pussy. Just once.one time

And I don’t even like him.

I can handle two minutes.

Right?

He watches the hesitation flicker across my face and smiles, slow and knowing.

"You’re already overthinking it," he says. "That’s usually how I know I’ve won."

I glare at him. "You’re being arrogant."

"Only when I’m right."

I drag in a breath and nod toward the wall behind him. "Fine. Two minutes Zane.".

What are you doing? My own voice in my head sounds distant, muffled, like it’s coming from the other end of a tunnel.

I turn my eyes to the timer on my hand and set an alarm for when it reaches three minutes.

Zane steps closer, not touching me yet. Just close enough that I’m painfully aware of him.

"Start the timer my little spitfire," he murmurs.

I press that big red button on my screen, then hold then hold the phone with the hand that’s over his shoulder.

We shift over a little so I’m hitched up high on a table in the room, after he makes I’m sitted properly he wastes no time dragging the jeans I’m wearing down over my ass after that It takes him exactly five seconds to part my legs and get his hand inside my panties. I place both of my hands on the counter on either side of me to keep myself steady as he slides his fingers through my wet folds.

"You have one more minute and fourthy seconds Zane," I tell him as the clock goes on ticking.

"That’s plenty of time Wife" he growls as he starts to rub the pads of his middle finger over and around my swollen clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

Pleasure rings through my body.

"Yes," I breathe, my knuckles turning white as my grip on the counter gets firmer. He’s still not going to do this in under two minutes though, that’s not possible.

But when he he starts kissing my neck and trailing his lips and teeth over my sensitive skin as he dips his hand further into my panties, pulling them down as he works his entire hand between my thighs and forces me to spread my legs wider apart.

One minute, thirty one seconds left.

"You like this right?" he whispers as he slides a thick finger inside me, that friction alone has my eyes closing from the pleasure coursing through my body.

Hell yes, I do.

He eases that finger in and out of my pussy and I bite my tongue to stop me from screaming out his name or asking him to go harder. I won’t give him that pleasure of knowing how much he’s affecting me.

I look at the minutes on my phone and it’s one more minute left exactly.

A few seconds later he adds in a second finger, and my pussy greedily clenches around his digits.

"Fuck me Elaine, you are so freaking wet and so fucking tight." He growls

"How long has it been for you little spitfire?." When I don’t answer he curls his fingers in my pussy hitting my g- spot.

"How long has it been sine another motherfucker buried his cock in my pussy?."

Even in my sexual frenzy It doesn’t pass me that he made the use of the word "My".Like any part of me belongs to him.

" It’s been a really long time since."

"Yeah?" he growls as he drives deeper until he hits my G-spot again.

Holy mother of the fucking earth. I look at my phone again fourthy two seconds.

"Yes, please !" I moan as I wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him while he finger fucks me like his life depends on it. Okay I’ll be honest he just unlocked expert level of fingering my pussy y and completely bypassed all the others before him.

"Zane," I groan as the familiar familiar feelin of an orgasm start rolling through my core. My body starts trembling.

"Keep your eyes on the clock, little spitfire" he pants as I bury my face in the crock of his neck.

Nineteen seconds left.