“Good girl.” A sound of raw appreciation filtered through the bathroom as I continued to pleasure myself. “God, I could watch you do this all day. Touching yourself to my command. Do you like to obey, Daisy?” His voice sounded cut from stone.
My throat worked. “I…I don’t know.”
I liked this—whatever it was. But before this—before him—I wouldn’t have answered yes.
“Do you like to obey me?”
I sucked in a breath.
“Because your pussy sure looks like you do,” he continued with a dark chuckle. “I wish you could see what you look like right now. Like a drenched fucking flower that all I want to do is bury my face in.”
“Max,” I panted, my back arching into his words that at this point felt like a physical caress. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
My brain was mush. A muddy, murky mess of pleasure and ache, and the only thing that was clear was the low tenor of hisvoice. My gaze ebbed back to him, taking a moment to settle firmly on his gorgeous face.
“More,” I begged breathlessly.
“Use your other hand and push a finger inside your cunt,” he commanded, so cool and confident despite his own desire tearing him apart at the seams even as he tried to ignore it.
My left hand slid down my inner thigh, my feet inching wider to make space for both my arms and my stomach. I moaned when I felt how wet I was, my finger dipping easily into my entrance.
“Wait.”
I stilled.
“Not that finger,” he clipped, his voice etched in stone. “The one with his ring.”
My jaw dropped open further. I had no idea where this was going, but god, did I want to go there. I wanted to go wherever that possessive look in his eyes promised to take me.
And so I curled my index finger back and teased my opening with the tip of my ring finger.
“Push the whole finger inside your pussy. I want his ring buried in your cunt when you scream my name,” Max growled, his hands so tense on the glass, I was shocked it hadn’t shattered. Maybe it was bulletproof.
My head tipped back against the vanity mirror, my eyes instantly growing hooded as I flicked over the swollen bundle of nerves, every single one aching to come.
My gasp turned into a choked breath as my finger pushed through my tight, begging muscles.
I was so wet, so soaked already, my finger slid in easily, Todd’s ring included. It should feel wrong, the hard stone in my core.Ishould feel wrong, obeying my ex-fiancé’s best friend as he instructed me toward an orgasm and desecrated my former engagement ring. But wrong was the farthest thing from what Ifelt as my body clenched and trembled. Wrong was the farthest thing I felt when I obeyedmy husband’sorders.
“Fuck yes,” Max growled. “I hate seeing his ring on you, especially now, but even then.”
Even then.He meant before Todd abandoned me. Before he had a good reason to hate it.Before, he simply coveted his best friend’s girl.
I forced my eyes open. Forced them to focus on the man barking salacious orders at me from the cell of his shower. Now, Max was no longer as still as a statue. His eyes were locked on my pussy. On my finger, pumping in and out, coating Todd’s ring in my desire for him.For Max.But his hands were no longer on the glass.
In the moments when my eyes had shut in pleasure, he’d grabbed my thong from the floor and wrapped it around his cock. Now, he wasn’t pumping into his hand, but into my drenched underwear.
My core clenched wildly on my finger, and I knew my desire was dripping onto the counter.
“That’s it, Daze. Don’t stop working that clit,” he encouraged roughly, his own movements slowing as all his focus went to me. “Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”
“I can’t,” I whimpered breathlessly, my head thrashing to the side.
“You can,” he growled, both palms on the glass now, his cock bobbing heavy and frustratingly forgotten in front of him. “Show me how bad you want it. How bad you want me, baby.”
Need spiraled through me and erupted in my core. I wanted to obey him. The more he talked, the more I wanted to obey. His words made me more aroused, and I felt desire gush against my finger and run onto the counter.
