“Shhh.” I pressed my thumb against her lips, watching her eyes glaze with need. “Don’t talk, obey.”
She nodded, her lips wrapping around my thumb instinctively, sucking like the good little submissive she was already becoming. My pussy clenched at the sight, heat flooding my core.
I slipped my hand down her stomach, slow and deliberate, until I reached the band of her shorts. She froze for a moment, eyes wide, then nodded again, granting me silent permission. That was all I needed.
I slid my hand inside, past her panties, and groaned when I felt how soaked she was. “Dripping,” I whispered, circling her clit with two fingers. “All for me. You’re mine, Amiyah. Say it.”
Her head tipped back, her voice shaky but sure. “I’m yours, Mistress.”
The word vibrated through me like lightning. I pushed two fingers inside her tight, pulsing pussy, curling them just right. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as I pumped faster, thumb pressing against her clit in quick, ruthless circles.
Her thighs trembled almost instantly, the tension in her body building sharp and fast. “Please—”
“Don’t beg,” I snapped, nipping at her ear. “Give me what I want. Come for me. Right here. Right now. Please don’t make me tell you twice.”
Her moans tumbled out uncontrollably, her hips grinding into my hand, chasing the edge. The wet sounds of my fingers plunging into her filled the small room,obscene and perfect.
“Mistress, oh, fuck—”
“Louder.”
“Mistress!”
“Again.”
“MISTRESSSS I’M COMING!” she belted out as passion and pleasure surged through her, not giving a damn who heard her. She convulsed around my fingers, thighs shaking, her orgasm dismantling her piece by piece until she nearly collapsed. I held her up with one hand on her throat, keeping her pressed against the door as I worked her through every pulse, every desperate wave, until she went limp against me, gasping for breath.
I pulled my fingers free, slick with her release, and sucked them into my mouth, moaning at her taste. Her dazed eyes locked on mine, lips parted, still trembling.
“Fucking delicious,” I murmured, licking them clean. “Next time, James will watch me ruin you like this, and after that…” I kissed her once more, slow, filthy, possessive. “…he’ll help.”
Her body sagged against me, chest heaving, sweat dampening her hairline. For a moment, I just held her there, my hand softening on her throat, thumb brushing the line of her jaw. After I break them, I always bring them back. And Amiyah… she was shaking like a newborn foal.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmured, pressing my lips to her damp temple. “You did so good for me.”
Her lashes fluttered, her lips still parted. “Mistress…”
The word made my clit throb all over again, but I forced myself to steady. This wasn’t Provocateur, it was Caleb’s cookout. We were two locked doors away from discovery, and that was a risk even I wasn’t ready to take, not yet.
I tugged her crop top back down, smoothing it over her body, fingers lingering at her waist. “You need to fix your lipstick,” I said, a smirk tugging at my mouth.
She laughed breathlessly, swatting at my arm. “You’re insane.”
“No, I’m yours.” I tucked one curl back from her flushed face, letting my thumb stroke her cheek. “And you’re mine.”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t argue. She couldn’t, not when her body was still betraying her, thighs pressed together like she needed to hold onto the remnants of what I’d just given her.
I stepped back, adjusting my own outfit, sliding my composure back on like a well-tailored dress. She mirrored me, dabbing at her lips with a tissue, fluffing her hair until she looked more “party” than “wrecked.”
But when I tilted her chin up, I saw it in her eyes. The dazed gaze. It was my favorite mark of surrender.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered, my hand curling around the doorknob. “No one will know what happened in here. Not unless I want them to.”
Her eyes widened, and I leaned in one last time, my lips brushing her ear. “But James will know soon enough. He’s been dying to taste what I just had all over my fingers.”
Her knees wobbled, and I smirked, pulling the door open.
The hallway air felt cooler, sharper, as if the house itself knew we were sneaking back into the fold with a secret. Laughter from the kitchen, the steady bass from the backyard. Normalcy waiting just on the other side.
