Page 66 of His to Own

“Shall I look and see?”

“Here? Anyone could see us.”

“There’s no one here. I paid the owners to give me the space for the day. It’s just you and me. I want to see your pussy again. Lay back. Now.”

Maxim’s command doesn’t leave any room to object but that’s what I need. I don’t want to make this decision. I want him to make it for me. Because deep down, I want this. Ever since I first met Maxim and saw his handsome face, I wanted him to want me.

With a hard swallow, I lay back on the cold theater stage. My eyes connect with the lights overhead as Maxim towers over me. So strong. So powerful. I wonder what that feels like.

Maxim gently grabs my legs and pushes them into my chest. My dress rides up around my waist, exposing my underwear. He grabs the edge of my panties and pulls them down. I let out a shaky exhale.

Once my panties are gone, Maxim parts my legs and looks down at me. I hold still. “Your pussy is pretty.”

I flush.

“I take it no one has ever told you this before,” he says in an amused voice. “No one has ever seen you like this. My poor wife. The experiences you were denied. But I won’t deny you of them.”

He presses his palm right over my entire vulva. I gasp. The arousal hits me hard and I can feel my wetness seeping out of me. I hold still though. My hands are gripped tight. My chest is rising and falling. My throat is choked up. I couldn’t speak if I wanted to.

Maxim rubs his hand over my… my pussy as he calls it. My mother would be scandalized if she saw me right now. My father would be ashamed.

In this moment though, all I care about is Maxim’s hand. His fingers that I can’t get out of my head.

“Look into my eyes,” he commands.

I tilt my chin down and look right into his eyes as he rubs his palm over my most intimate area. My hips slowly rise and fall to match his rhythm.

“Oh,” I gasp out.

“I remember how much you liked this before. I know you’re going to like it again. Your pretty pussy needs to be played with.” His fingers find my sensitive nub and swirl around it, causing a flare of arousal to hit me.

My legs part wider. I can smell my arousal. My face refuses to cool down.

Maxim smirks, knowing full well what he’s doing to me. “I love seeing you like this. Let yourself go, Elena. Don’t hold back. Scream if you want.”

My throat seizes up again. I can’t speak. Not because I’m afraid but because the arousal is too much for me to think. I need this but I can’t stand it. What is this feeling exactly?

He rubs me harder and harder and each time he does it, my hips buck into his hand. The only sound in the room are my whimpers and Maxim’s steady breaths.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Tell me how much you like this. Tell me, Elena.”

“I like it.” The words come out of me unbidden and fast.

“Good. I want you to like my touch. I want you to come for me again.” He presses onto my clit harder. My hips shoot up from the sensation. “Come for me, Elena. Now.”

When he flicks my clit again, I can’t hold back. Between his intense eyes and commanding voice, there’s no stopping my orgasm. I gasp as I come.

Right as my body shakes, Maxim inserts his finger into me. The pain rips right through my body but it also feels so good, I see darkness at the edge of my vision. Maxim is steady as he brings his finger in and out of me.

“I need to get you ready for my cock one day. I want you to enjoy it. All of it. How does that sound?”

“It’s too much,” I whisper.

“I can stop. Tell me to stop.”

But the reality is that I don’t want him to stop. Maxim smirks, knowing what I need. He drives his finger deeper into me. My spine arches and my head presses into the stage harder. My lips part like I want to scream but I can’t make any noise.

While he thrusts his finger into me, his thumb plays with my clit. My arousal is gushing out of me. I can feel it all on my inner thighs. Maxim can probably feel it on his hand but he doesn’t seem to care. His eyes are dark with lust. He wants me, I realize. No one has ever wanted me before.