I knew I was a pervert, but times like this really drove the point home.
And not a pervert like Ingram, someone who knew every last kink there was and had all but no hard limits. No, I was more of a natural pervert, someone who craved control over someone else, who wanted to feel them trapped beneath me, who enjoyed the struggle between what they wanted and what I’d give them.
It meant that Yun opening her lips all on her own and doing as I said was the biggest fucking turn-on ever.
She did a good job, too, wrapping her tongue around my finger, drenching it with her saliva. Then again, I’d made it perfectly clear where these fingers were going shortly—she’d be smart to get them as wet as possible.
At the same time, she rolled her hips, rising just a bit and lowering herself to ride Kenyon. It made her thighs tense, and I didn’t stop teasing her clit during any of it. I wanted her lost to pleasure.
I hadn’t been joking about how difficult it had been to hold back all night, to know she was dreaming the filthiest things, toknow just how tight and wet her cunt would have been, and not be able to do a damn thing about it.
It meant I planned to enjoy myself fully.
“So what were you dreaming about?”
She didn’t answer, but she didn’t stop sucking on my fingers, either.
“No answer? Come on, how can you feel shy when you’re literally fucking yourself on Kenyon’s cock?”
“Don’t say that,” Kenyon gritted out through his teeth.
It made me chuckle, amused by Kenyon’s struggle not to come. Not that I planned to make it any easier on him. I enjoyed torturing everyone just a bit.
“She was in a bar.” Shear answered, and a glance to the side showed he was stroking his own cock. It was strange at times to see him getting himself off, since he’d never seemed all that sexual of a person. Guess even he had it in him.
“That was all because of you,” Yun said, voice breathy, my fingers slipping from her mouth.
“No, it isn’t. I can create an atmosphere to steer a dream, but you pick the specifics yourself.”
I moved my hand down her body, between where we were pressed together, to tease her ass. “Since she wants to keep secrets, why don’t you tell us, Shear?”
He nodded, his voice deeper than usual, his eyes so bright that they cast shadows. “She wore this short dress in a crowded bar, drinking a cocktail.”
“Well, we already know what alcohol does to this girl.” I pressed harder, not entering her but enjoying the way her hole twitched against my fingers.
It felt like begging, but whether it was for more or less, I doubt even she knew.
“She was looking ahead and someone came up behind her. They reached beneath her dress and started to rub her pussy.”
“And you just let them do that? What a naughty girl.”
She whimpered and tensed at my words, but her hips moved faster. Guess she enjoyed a bit of humiliation?
“She spread her feet apart and leaned against the bar. The person yanked her panties, snapping the fabric, then plunged their fingers into her. The whole time, she kept her eyes forward like nothing was happening.”
As Shear spoke, I considered how exactly we could make that happen in real life. I had to admit, I loved the idea of taking her like that, of fucking her from behind, of taking her while she had to pretend nothing was going on. It felt in some ways like the ultimate form of control.
“Then they pulled out their fingers, but she was only empty for a second before they drove their cock into her. It was thick, and she dropped her head to the bar to hide her reaction.”
I could picture the whole damn thing in my head, the way she would tremble, the noise in the bar, the risk of others noticing. Part of me wondered if Shear might just be able to help with that particular fantasy.
I glanced over toward him, my eyebrow lifted. Could he make us basically invisible in a crowd of people?
He nodded.
Sounds like a good fucking plan.
I pressed harder with my fingers, one finally slipping past her tight ass and into her. She made a panicked little sound, but it excited me all the more.
