10. Ruby
ten
Rock music blares from the speaker on my dresser. I carelessly flip through the clothes that hang on the bar in my closet—finding nothing. The fabrics are wrong. The patterns are wrong. The cuts are wrong. Everything is fucking wrong, and I can’t tell if the music is calming me or putting me more on edge. It’s a fine line. An alarm rings on my phone, it's incessant wailing clearly audible over the music. It takes a moment for it to register with my brain, but it’s the motion alarm for Cassius’ home. I quickly mute the music. Curiosity eats at me. If I haven’t stopped thinking about our earlier interaction, does that mean he’s thinking about it too?
I grab the remote and flip the large television in my suite to channel Cassius. The cameras filter through until they find motion. Cassius stands with his back to me at the kitchen counter, his body language unreadable. But then he drops to his knees, revealing a woman sitting on the counter with her dress hiked up to her waist. And oh, my Lord. He is not. Oh shit, he is. I press the power button. Breathe Ruby. But I can’t. My breath hitches in my throat. Warmth spreads between my legs, and I do exactly what I shouldn’t.
I turn the television back on.
I know better than this. I am better than this. But sometimes the need to rebel simply overpowers my resolve and once I start, it’s difficult to stop. My body feels like a pipe under pressure. And pressure needs to be released or things burst.
His lips trail down one of the woman’s legs and then the other. Attentively. Seductively. Savoring every taste. Shivers run up my body like it’s me he’s worshiping. He pushes her legs to the side one at a time and then buries his face between them. Her eyes close and her mouth opens, ecstasy written all over her face. I turn on the volume, a glutton for punishment. Small whimpers pass through her lips when Cassius moves a hand from her knee to between her legs. My thighs clench, remembering the alley. Her hands rake through his short brown hair and her moans get louder until finally her legs quake. But Cassius doesn’t let up. He maintains rhythm until her body once again relaxes.
I should call Rowan. She’ll be my voice of reason. And I start to. I really do.
But then Cassius lifts the woman from the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist, and they leave the frame. I fill my lungs and exhale with disappointment. Again, the cameras filter through until they find one with motion. He has the woman bent over the arm of the couch, her ass in the air. He unbuttons his shirt, one button at a time, and then removes it. I fall into the chaise lounge and pull the knot on my silk robe, committing myself to something I’m not sure I can come back from.
Cassius slides one hand between the woman’s thighs, and the other works on removing his belt. I press the button that brings up all the camera feeds and find that this particular place can be seen from multiple angles. I bring them all up on the screen. Cassius rips a condom open with his teeth and slides it over his impressive cock while he finger fucks the woman on the couch. With an open palm, he lands a slap on one of her ass cheeks, and she yelps with surprise. That same hand grabs the woman’s blonde ponytail while he uses the other to guide himself inside her.
With her ponytail wrapped tightly around his hand, he pulls. And I can’t take it anymore. I slide my finger between my slick folds and work my clit, increasing the intensity every time Cassius increases his speed. He is ferocious. A beast that cannot be tamed. He pulls her head back and pinches her nipple until she screams. My fingers are no longer doing the work I need them to, and I growl in frustration. I retrieve my vibrator from my bedside table. Caressing it with lube, I fall back on the chaise once more. I slide it between my legs and adjust the settings. The clit stimulator pulses slowly and then increases in strength before dropping speed again. I rock the vibrator in and out of myself until it grazes my g-spot.
A growl escapes Cassius’ lips and my floodgates open like he commanded it. Like he speaks my body’s language. The thought, equally terrifying as it is tempting.
He spanks her ass. He’s not done. I’m not done. I’m begging him to spank me too. I’m writhing in my own pleasure and simultaneously jealous that I’m not the one bent over in front of him.
“Fuck yes, you’re so deep,” the woman cries, and I want to cry with her. Every semblance of self-control is gone.
“You’re so fucking wet, you dirty slut,” Cassius says. “You love my cock, don’t you?”
“I want to taste it.”
My mouth waters at the thought of having Cassius’ dick inside my mouth again. The silky head at the back of my throat. His balls in my hand.
“Maybe next time, you…” He says as he angles himself deeper. “Naughty. Girl,” he growls, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust.
Once again, the woman’s legs shake until Cassius and the couch are the only things holding her up. He removes himself and picks her up. Then he throws her over his shoulder like she’s nothing more than a doll. Weightless.
The cameras toggle.
My vibrator stalls. Where did they go?
A whimper leaves my lips. Pipe. Must. Burst.
The cameras once again find them, this time in the bedroom. Give me more Cassius. I need more.
Even if it breaks me.