Chapter 23 – Gabriella #2
“Good girl,” he breathed. “Now spread those legs for me, cailín. Show me what you were doing.”
He couldn’t see me. Right? It was just the idea of what I’d been sneakily doing in the dark. Like a twisted, forbidden fantasy. He just wanted to participate in the fantasy.
I could manage that.
“Gabriella,” Liam warned. “Touch yourself.”
My fingers slipped between my legs. Was it just me or was my pussy this wet before? I rubbed my fingers between the folds.
“No…. Gently.”
His voice became a command. My body responded without my consent, slowing to a softer pace. I let go of the tension I’d been holding and leaned back against the mirror.
What was one more sin on the mountain I’d already created?
Liam’s voice sent a crackle of heat over my skin. “That’s it, cailín. Just like that.”
Dio sopra, this man didn’t even have to touch me for my body to burst into flames!
“Now dip your fingers inside.” He paused. “Just a little tease.”
I obeyed.
“You’re dripping, aren’t you?”
I wasn’t going to answer that. I kept pushing my fingers in and out. Only to the first knuckle. Exactly as he’d told me. My palm glided against my clit making pleasure shoot through me.
“More,” he whispered. “You can go deeper now.”
This time, I slid them to the second knuckle.
I was glad for the darkness. Under this cover, I felt sexy. There was no having to hide my body. No one would see my shame. The monster hiding in the shadows had come out to play. He made me feel…free.
“I know exactly how that sweet little cunt feels right now,” Liam murmured.
I suppressed a moan at the filthy words coming out of his mouth.
“It’s tight, isn’t it? So fucking tight. The way it grabs your fingers—I still remember how it felt on my dick. Wet. And tight. And warm. And soft. So fucking soft, Gabriella.”
This time, I did moan.
“Put your feet on the counter.”
There was no hesitation. I scooted, bent my knees, and hooked my heels.
“Lean back.” His voice roughened around the edges. “Push those fingers all the way inside. Yes—” he paused and took a deep breath. “Just like that. You’re doing so well.”
I was going to come from this man’s voice alone.
“Slide them in and out, cailín.”
The coil of pleasure tightened. Panting, I slipped the digits in. My muscles squeezed. I pulled them out. The sweet sensation pulsed. They dove back in.
“Look at you, fucking yourself while I watch,” he growled. “Such a dirty fucking girl. Do you know how hard I am?”
I didn’t have to guess. It might be my imagination, but I swore I could just make out the outline in his grey sweatpants.
“Hard,” I gasped.
“Do you know what I want to do to you?” The words were shards. The struggle in his voice was audible.
“You want…to…fuck me….” My own voice trembled.
“Yes, cailín. I do.”
I risked another glance. His body was stone. Carved, living, breathing danger. He didn’t move a muscle.
“Now curl your fingers. Stroke that pussy.”
I whimpered, biting my lip but unable to keep the sound at bay.
Suddenly, I felt like I was going to pee.
I clamped down on the feeling, sitting up a little.
This had never happened before. Then again, the only times I’d masturbated or had sex was with an empty bladder.
But…I didn’t have to use the bathroom before I started touching myself.
It was probably just the intense stimulation.
“Don’t stop,” Liam barked. “Harder.”
I chewed my lip. There was no way in hell I was going to tell him what I was feeling. I tentatively moved my fingers, not quite reaching the same places inside or out.
The voice of death boomed through the small space. “I said harder!”
My fingers sank inside. They curled upward. The intensity built. I chased the feeling, struggling to keep everything in line. Obeying him. Controlling myself.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I latched onto the powerful feeling inside me.
It felt different. Not the normal build to a peak. I knew the fall would be different. I struggled not to let my bladder go, but also, I couldn’t resist the pull of the release.
“Then fucking come, you dirty, dirty little girl,” Liam growled, tone vicious. The bite of the words stung.
I let go.
The climax hit me. I exploded with a cry, every muscle strung tight. His dark command sent me over the edge, where I didn’t care.
A gush of liquid spread over my hand.
I couldn’t bring myself to feel embarrassed. No one knew. It was my little secret. The orgasm flooded my body with pleasure. It was different. A more powerful release. One that could only be experienced because of the dark.
Liam’s voice was gentler. “There you go.”
I dropped my head back against the mirror, breathing hard.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, cailín,” he whispered, almost to himself.
Without another word, he pushed off the doorframe, turned, and went back to bed.
It took another five minutes before enough blood pumped to my extremities that I was able to peel myself off the counter.
I wiped the mess off the granite and threw the towel in the laundry bin after searching blindly for it.
In those thirty seconds, I had the distinct notion that the cloth didn’t smell.
I brought it to my nose to test. Maybe something was wrong with my bladder.
I was almost certain that liquid wasn’t pee. But…what else would gush like that?
Shaking my head, I tossed the cloth in the bin and then got redressed.
By the time I crept back into the bedroom, Liam’s soft breathing filled the space.
It was quite possible he wasn’t asleep. I didn’t move toward him to find out, only slipped under the covers on my side and pulled them over my head.
I can’t believe I did that.
But the yawn a moment later didn’t let me dwell too long on the situation. Later, I could add “masturbation to my husband’s dirty talk” to the list of things that blackened my soul. Or…I could just let it go, the secret kept safe in the dark of night. The place where the monster prowled.