Rolling my neck side to side I walk into the closet, searching through all my things for the little box I know I packed and sent here. There wasn’t much inside, a couple of vibrators but they did the job, now where is it?
I rifle through the whole closet, but I don’t find it anywhere. Where would they have put it? Fuck. Did they open it?
I’m too turned on at the moment to give a shit.
“Fuck it,” I grumble, crossing the room to the mammoth bed, I crawl up it, settling myself into the mountain of cushions as I let my hand slip beneath my leggings.
My eyes shutter closed at the first swipe of my fingers against my pussy, the wetness there helping the glide as I work myself slowly. I feel ridiculous, to be so worked up over something so miniscule so I decide I’m putting it down to how long it’s been. I slip a finger down, sinking it inside of me as I press the heel ofmy palm to my clit, allowing myself the friction as I work my finger in and out of me. My other hand trails up and under my sweater, sliding over the warm skin of my abdomen until I cup my breast, squeezing my nipple between my thumb and finger.
My little whimper seems obscenely loud in the silent bedroom, but I work my hand faster, applying more pressure as my muscles begin to spasm. My hips lift from the bed as if searching for more and I add a second finger, pushing myself over that edge with a loud moan.
I keep my hand moving until the aftershocks of my orgasm subside and slowly pull my hand from my leggings, releasing my breath.
“Quite the show, kitten,” his voice startles me enough I let out a scream and my eyes snap to him. He’s leaning on the door, legs crossed at the ankles but when my lips part and heat floods my cheeks, he pushes away from the door, prowling toward me. There’s a heat in his eyes and determination in his steps.
I’m lost for words.
He watched it.He watched it all.
Frozen solid and slowly dying a little inside, I can’t take my eyes off him as he moves to the edge of the bed closest to me, grasps my wrist gently and brings my hand toward him. My eyes widen as a new wave of arousal floods me when his lips wrap around the fingers I’d just had inside of me, and his tongue licks them clean.
I’m completely floored, even when he steps away, straightens his suit jacket, and leaves the room.
“Meet me downstairs,” He calls before he can completely disappear, “You’re due a tour.”
Chapter Sixteen
I can taste her on my tongue, the flavor of her so damn addictive I’m immediately craving more. I should have made my presence known, especially when she was so lost to her pleasure, she didn’t hear me enter. But when I saw her hand moving beneath her leggings, her other caressing her breast, I lost all ability to speak.
She looked divine as she pleasured herself, chin tilted toward the ceiling, hand moving expertly against herself as she brought herself to climax. And the sounds, the little whimpers and gasps, I’d instantly been hard.
I’mstillhard, cock pressing achingly against the front of my slacks, throbbing with need. I was driven by pure desire when I crossed that room, seeing her glistening fingers, wet with her arousal, that pretty blush staining her cheeks. I needed a taste more than I needed the air in my lungs.
And the moment I had her fingers in my mouth, my tongue lapping up every last drop, I knew it wasn’t enough. It’s why I got the fuck out of there as quickly as I did.
I stand at the kitchen counter, glaring out the window at the snow that falls, the house around me quiet until I hear her timid footsteps slowly approaching.
They stop when she reaches the threshold of the kitchen and I subtly glance behind me, finding her wringing her hands in front of her, face pointed toward the floor in something akin to shame. Embarrassment.
I turn to her, swallowing, trying to banish the images from my head, “Olivia.” My voice is roughened by desire, rasping out of me thickly. “Eyes on me, Olivia.”
Slowly, so fucking slowly, she lifts her eyes but not her head so she’s looking at me from beneath her lashes. You’d think she’d just been caught doing something she shouldn’t and was now here to receive her punishment.
I certainly wanted to punish her, but purely for her smart mouth, her stubborn tendencies and accurate pokes to my patience butthat…I wanted to praise her for that.
“Don’t be ashamed, kitten,” I tell her.
She drops her eyes proving to me that’s exactly what she’s feeling.
I cross the room in a few steps, closing the space between us so I can curl my finger under her chin, tilting her face up, “Never be ashamed, Olivia. I’venever seen something quite as beautiful as you pleasuring yourself.”
She swallows, eyes bouncing between mine. I want the feisty girl back, I want the confident, sexy little kitten with the claws and the insults.
“Let me know when you do it again,” I push, “I’ll pull up a chair to get a better view. See how pink and wet you are.”
The attempted slap is a nice little surprise. I grab her wrist before she can make contact, gripping it firmly but not hard enough for it to hurt her. She burns with rage, her eyes are alight with fury, her little body trembling violently in my grip.
“You’re a damn pig,” She growls, teeth grinding together.
