33. Gage #2
“I’m positive.”
“Consider yourself lucky. As the demon, I could’ve asked for your soul or demanded you use the vibrator downstairs in the main party room?—”
“In front of other people?” Her eyes are the size of saucers.
“It works for Tetona.” I wink.
“You’re a bad man.”
“A demon is supposed to be evil.”
She narrows her eyes at me.
“So, you’re okay with the toys?”
“Toys? There’s only one in here?”
I slide my hand behind my back and produce a gold lacquered box. “Here’s the other one.” I extend both hands and we trade boxes.
“What’s the difference between the two?”
Such innocence. “One is for your pussy and the other one… is for your ass.”
A second ticks by.
And another.
And another.
Her eyes drop to the box she’s holding. “Will it hurt?”
If she had refused and requested plain vanilla sex, I would’ve granted her wish. I need to be with her tonight. The fact she’s willing to trust me and submit so beautifully is fucking hot.
“We’ll use lots of lube, and we’ll take it nice and slow.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
“You’ll have to be satisfied with riding my cock.”
Her glassy eyes shine bright with desire. “You say that like it’s a consolation prize. Your cock is the prize.”
Fuck, there isn’t a man on the planet who wouldn’t want his girl to have such praise about his cock?—
Whoa.
My girl?
This is crazy.
Lily lives on the other side of the country.
This is about tonight and the next few days before the fantasy vanishes into smoke.
“You’re ready to play, angel?”
She flashes me a seductive smile. “I’m more than ready.”
“Give me the box you’re holding.”
She does as she’s told.
I place both boxes on the bed, so my hands are free.
“I want you to unclasp the garter belt, slide out of your panties, and throw your panties at me. Make sure to fasten the garter belt, so the stockings don’t become a distraction.”
She leans forward, hanging on my every word.
“Once done, I want you on the bed, on all fours, filling your pussy with the toy.”
“What?”
“Did I stutter?”
“No, but…”—her eyes dart left to right—“but…”
“But, what?”
“Aren’t you going to insert the toy?”
The corners of my lips tug upward. “You want me to do it?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not how the game is played, Lily. I give the orders. You”—I point at her—“submit.”
“I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“You had never played with your pussy in public until I came into the picture,” I say. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off to the memory of you being my dirty girl in my car.”
Our gazes clash, and she squares her shoulders.
A battle of wills plays out in silence.
I’m a patient man.
Her lips twist. “Got it. You give the orders.”
My good little submissive.
“Do I need a safe word?”
That’s the last question I expected from her. “No.”
“Isn’t that how it works?”
“Isn’t this your first time in an adult club? What do you know about safe words?”
She cringes. “The heroes in romance books often suggest one.”
This isn’t a fiction novel and I’m no knight in shining armor. “We’re not going to do anything that would require a safe word.” I set her mind at ease. “If something doesn’t feel comfortable, tell me, and everything stops.”
“Okay.”
“Any other questions?”
“Can you help me with my wings?” She turns around. “It’s a two-person job.”
“My pleasure.”
I slide the wings off her body before placing them on the floor.
I make sure to place them out of the way.
I don’t want to have to explain to Rod how my kinky ways ruined his wife’s wings.
I reach for the two long sticks protruding from her hair like chopsticks, pull them out, and toss them so they land near the wings.
Her long hair tumbles over her shoulders, down her back, the tips flirting with her ass cheeks.
Unable to resist, I run my fingers through her thick, silky mane.
“You have the most beautiful hair.”
Lily turns around. “Thanks. ”
I push the cascade of hair off her shoulders.
I don’t want anything obstructing her beautiful body.
I grab her arm and pull her towards me.
She stares at me through hooded eyes.
Cupping the back of her head, I take her mouth in a heated kiss.
A part of me feels guilty for messing up her lipstick, but fuck it, I’ve missed her mouth so damn much. The kiss is a passionate storm––fervent, ardent, and intense. It sparks a foreign sensation in my chest I’ve never experienced before.
I pull away from her, so I don’t end up drowning in the kiss. “Hand over your panties. I need to have a taste of your other lips.”
She kicks off one shoe.
“What are you doing?”
Questioning eyes stare at me. “How else am I supposed to get undressed?”
“You’re not. You remove only the panties. That’s it.”
She corrects her error, sliding back in her high heel.
Her lips curl up as her hands land on her body.
She traces the contour of her figure until her hands land on the clasp that holds the stockings.
Watching her unclasp the garter belt and shimmy out of her G-string is a vision far more erotic than anything I’ve seen at the Crazy Horse Paris or Vegas burlesque shows.
I expected her to follow my command without much fanfare, but that’s not what I got.
Holy goddess.
I’m utterly captivated by the sexy-as-fuck strip show Lily grants me.
When she throws the scrap of black lace at me, I catch it with one hand and bring her panties to my nose.
I breathe her in .
“Fuck, I missed your heady smell.” I growl, burying my nose into the fabric.
Her eyelashes flutter.
Poor little lamb. Let me be your shepherd. I tap the bed. “Hop on.”
With hesitant steps, she approaches.
She gets on the bed.
She’s about to crawl, but I stop her. “Don’t go any further.”
She freezes.
“Move down a little. I want your knees right at the edge.”
She assumes the position.
I toss her panties aside and give her my full attention.
I reach for her ass, caress it, and drop a soft kiss on her cheek.
She glances over her shoulder.
With my eyes locked onto hers, I trace a finger between her pussy lips. “You’re so fucking wet. Is all that for me?”
“Being around you turns me on so damn much.”
I grope my hard cock and squeeze. “I feel the same about you.”
Even though she can’t see my hand, a wide smile stretches her lips.
I let go of my cock and hand her the vibrator. “Slide this little gem inside your dripping pussy.”
She obeys.
“Slide it in and out.”
She heaves in a breath and does as she’s told.
Watching her fuck herself is so hot.
“Stop.”
Her hand halts.
Feeling my way, I find the little button on the side of the toy and press it.
Lily pants. “Oh… it vibrates. ”
“Hence why they call it a vibrator.”
“Hey, don’t be so hard on me,” she says. “This is my first sex toy.”
“Speaking of which, I want you to place the tip of the vibrator against your clit.”
As she obeys my command, I remove my jacket and toss it onto the chaise longue. I unbutton my shirt and do quick work at rolling up my sleeves to my elbows.
I crouch behind her, grip her ass cheeks with both hands, and open her wide.
She inhales a sharp breath, but her hand stays wedged between her legs.
I poke a finger between her pussy lips.
She clenches around it.
“Bad girl.”
She relaxes.
“You still trust me?”
She nods.
“Words.”
She glances over her shoulder. “Yes, I trust you.”
I skate a languorous finger around her pussy.
“You like this. Being at my mercy. Being my dirty girl. Obeying my commands, unsure what I’m going to do to you, but still willing to go along with it.”
She moans.
I coat my fingers with her pussy juices before moving them to her tight hole and tracing around the entrance.
Fuck, she doesn’t even object.
I return my fingers to her pussy and plunge them in one hard thrust inside her slickness.
She gyrates her hips in a circle.
“You’re a greedy, dirty girl. And to think, if our paths had never crossed, you might never have known that about yourself.”
She rotates the vibrator around her clit.
With my free hand, I find the button, and bump up the vibration to the highest speed.
“Oh, oh, oh.” She wiggles her ass.
I’m so hard, it’s painful.
“You have me breaking all my rules.”
“Which rules?”
I didn’t mean for her to hear that.
Going down that road would be a mood killer.
“Don’t worry about that,” I say. “Keep working that beautiful pussy for me.”
She doesn’t disappoint.
I lean into her and drag my nose along her inner thigh, breathing in her scent.
She shudders.
I tease her entrance with a finger, her wetness dripping more and more before pushing it inside.
My lips curl up in satisfaction. “I’m going to feast on your greedy little pussy.”
“God, yes.”
My smile turns victorious.
I replace my fingers with my tongue, sticking it inside her warmth.
Lily lowers her body, as if to make sure my tongue goes as deep as possible.
She thinks she controls this.
I clasp both hands on her cheeks and squeeze hard.
“So good. That feels so good.”
I tongue-fuck her, relishing how her abundant juices coat my tongue.
Change of plans .
I latch onto her pussy.
Lily cries out.
I devour her like a starved man.
“Oh, Gage.”
I double my efforts.
I’m wild as I lose my goddamn mind eating her out.
“You’re torturing me,” she says.
I pull away from her. “You want me to stop?”
“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” Her words come out in a frantic rush.
I pull her pussy lips between my teeth and bite down gently.
She makes a choking sound.
I do it again. Harder.
She lets out a long exhale.
Sweet Lily enjoys a little pain.
I nip it again, this time tugging back so I can make it hurt real good.
Her legs close around my head.
That’s it, angel, smother me.
That’s my incentive to tongue-fuck her without restraint.
I lose myself in my mission, my tongue more and more demanding. My cock is so fucking hard, it’s threatening to burst right through the zipper of my pants.
Lily takes it one step further.
She rubs the vibrator over her clit, chanting something that’s a cross between a curse and a prayer.