31. Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Lili
Grace laughs as she moves toward the couch. “What do you want me to say?”
“That he fucked your brains out and you have plans to repeat it tonight? Hopefully loud enough for me to hear.” I hope she can tell I’m teasing.
Grace’s mouth falls open and her cheeks turn red. “Lili!”
Laughter shakes my shoulders. “I’m sorry. Why are you shocked? I watched him punish you. And even though I felt bad for getting you in trouble, it was really fucking hot.”
Grace shakes her head and brushes unruly curls from her face. “Stop. You’re embarrassing me. I can’t believe he let you stay for that. But no. He hasn’t fucked my brains out yet. We’re… taking things slow.”
I frown. “Well, that’s boring. Haven’t you been taking it slow for a decade?”
“More like fifteen years. But it’s complicated.”
“Tell me more.”
Grace settles against the arm of the sofa and closes her eyes as she tells me about meeting Victor in high school.
“It was lunch. I was heading outside to read as always when he ran into me. Literally. And he looked ready to kill someone.”
“So, he looked normal,” I joke.
Grace laughs. “Exactly.”
I motion for her to continue.
“Anyway, he didn’t say so much as sorry. Just stormed off. But something about him was magnetic. I found myself noticing him the rest of the day. But he was always snapping at people or glaring. The next day at lunch he was outside again leaning against a tree looking like he wanted to murder the entire school. I walked up to him and leaned against the tree next to him.”
Grace
“What the hell do you want?”
I gaze up at the angry boy with a smirk. “Do you always glare like you want to set something on fire, or are you having a bad day?”
“Only when I’m stuck somewhere I don’t want to be.”
“Why not try making friends? I’m Gracie.”
The angry boy shoves his hands in the pockets of his baggy black jeans. “You don’t want to be my friend. No one does.”
I squat and sit on a rock next to the tree. “I’m no expert, but perhaps if you would try something other than a glare people wouldn’t avoid you like you’re contagious.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Are you telling me to smile more? I thought girls hated when guys said that.”
I laugh and for a split second the corner of his mouth turns up before returning to its usual scowl. Now I’m determined to get a genuine smile out of him before the lunch bell rings.
“Try it. You never know. It could change your life.”
Victor lets out a staccato laugh. “You saying if I smile the world will magically get better?”
I shrug. “It could be one of those butterfly effect things. You know… little shifts, big consequences?”
He looks at me like I’ve grown a horn. I run a hand through my hair in case the wind has turned it into a mess.
“Yeah, I don’t think a smile from me is going to change the shit happening in my life, Gracie.”
“You could be right. But then again, a butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil and the next thing you know there’s a tornado in Oklahoma or a hurricane off the coast of Florida. Seems worth the risk to me.”
“So, which one are you?”
I blink. “Pardon?”
“The butterfly or the tornado?”
The bell rings and I realize we’ve already been standing here for fifteen minutes, and lunch is almost over.
He pushes away from the tree and walks backwards toward the school.
And then he smiles, and my heart damn near stops.
“Catch you later, butterfly.”
“Hey,” I call as he spins on his heel, putting his back to me. He turns his head, and my heart skips a beat. He’s still smiling. I’m going to have to visit the school nurse if he keeps it up. “What’s your name?” I manage when he raises an eyebrow at me expectantly.
His smile turns cocky, and he waves his hands in front of him before extending his arms out to the sides in a wide gesture. “I guess you can call me hurricane Victor.”
Lili
“That’s the best first meeting story I’ve ever heard. Please tell me you put it in a book or one of your stories.”
Grace lets out a nervous laugh. “I don’t think I could do that. It’s too personal.”
I smile. “That makes sense. But it’s a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing it with me. Perhaps you’ll share something you’ve written next,” I say hopefully.
She shoves me on the thigh as she moves to get off the couch. “You’re ridiculous. I’m going to check my email and get ready for classes next week.”
I wave her away and pick up my book. “Since you won’t read me something of yours, I’ll have to make do with this.”
Grace walks away, and I curl up with the book. The rest of the weekend looks similar, with Victor away from the house working, and Grace and I getting to know each other. There is heavy flirting between us, but so far there’s been no repeat of the kiss we shared.
On Sunday, after Victor leaves for work, I fix lunch for the two of us, and we sit at the bar talking easily. Our conversation shifts to her writing again. “Come on, Grace. Read me something. Please? I have very little excitement in my life right now, given my current circumstances.”
Grace rolls her eyes at me and shakes her head again. I’ve been pestering her off and on all weekend, but she’s still holding out.
I should probably accept no for an answer, but I’m so damn curious, and the thought of Grace reading something erotic is too much of a pull to give up that easily. Creative writing has never been a talent of mine, but I’ve always wished it were, and that makes my curiosity about what Grace writes even stronger.
“I’m working on something right now. If I like it when I’m done with it, maybe… possibly… I’ll read it to you.”
“Why wouldn’t you like it? Are you hard on yourself?”
Grace sighs. “Yes. I usually hate everything I write.”
I stand. “Go get it. We’re going to practice being kind to ourselves.”
I point and try to appear stern, but she laughs. “Fine. But only so you’ll leave me alone.”
Grace gets her laptop, and we move to the couch in the den where she gives me the pleasure of reading a story about two women engaging in a forbidden relationship. The chemistry is magic, and her prose is as close to perfect as I’ve seen. My hunch that she has natural talent was right. I give her a smug grin as she moves to the next chapter.
“Well, this is unexpected.”
We both whip around at the sound of Victor’s voice. He stands in the doorway of the den, his jacket unbuttoned, and one hand casually in his pocket as he pulls his tie free with the other. Phineas in a suit has never done what Victor in a suit is doing for me now.
“She forced me,” Grace blurts, slamming the laptop shut.
“Forced?” he questions, strolling farther into the room.
“I did put a lot of pressure on her,” I admit. But he’s not looking at me. He leans forward and taps the closed laptop.
“Keep going, butterfly. That’s not a request.”
Grace squeezes her eyes shut, and I’m sure she’s mentally cursing me as she lifts the lid on the computer again and waits for it to wake up.
Victor drops to the ottoman in front of the sofa where Grace and I sit and leans forward. “Go ahead, butterfly. I won’t even make you back up to the beginning.”
“I hate both of you,” she mutters. As she opens the laptop and waits for the screen to load.
“That’s OK. Just as long as you keep doing as you’re told,” Victor teases, running a hand up her thigh.
Her voice shakes as she launches into a paragraph in the middle of an oral sex scene.
As she reads, Victor shifts her, so she sits facing him, then pulls her legs apart and slides his hand between her thighs. The twinge of jealousy that flashes catches me off guard.
“You’re soaked. Is it the idea of having anyone lick this sweet cunt or the idea of another woman doing it?”
For some reason, I’m holding my breath as I wait for her answer.
“Both,” she whispers.
Victor looks at me. “You’ve kissed her. Are you interested in more?”
My eyes widen and I look at Grace.
“I…”
“It’s a simple question. Do you want to eat Grace’s pussy?”
“Well, of course I do. How could I not?”
Victor leans forward and takes the laptop from Grace. “What do you say, butterfly? Do you want to let Lili have a taste of you?”
“Is that OK with you? Grace whispers.
Victor cups her face and puts his forehead against hers. “I wouldn’t have offered it if it weren’t, Mariposa. Now answer the question.”
“Yes, Sir. I want to.”
Victor stands and shoves the ottoman out of the way, then goes to stand behind the couch.
“Don’t let her come,” he says as I move to kneel on the floor in front of Grace.
Grace whimpers and Victor pulls her hair. “Are you complaining?”
“No, Sir,” she gasps.
“Good. Now offer your cunt to Lili like a good little slut.”
I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven when Grace lifts her hips and looks at me with pleading eyes.
“Such a good girl for your Master,” I murmur as I stare into her eyes and trail my hands up her thighs.
I don’t want to delay my first taste, but she’s trembling, and all signs point to nerves.
“Are you sure this is OK?” I ask before I move my hands higher.
She smiles at me with a shy grin. “It’s more than OK. I’m just a little nervous.”
Victor tightens his grip on her hair and pulls her head back so she’s looking at him.
“Eyes on me, butterfly. I’ve got you. Lili’s going to make you feel so good for me. I want to watch your face as she pushes you to the edge with her tongue.”
Grace quivers, and I take it as my signal to ramp things up. I trail one finger between her folds, then settle against her clit, circling it slowly.
Her hips thrust forward in invitation, and I can’t resist the urge to taste any longer. I dip my head and let my tongue drag along her wet slit. The taste of a woman on my tongue is something I’ve rarely enjoyed, but Grace is by far my favorite. It’s not that romance novel peach taste, that shit’s not real. Grace tastes real. Tangy, musky, a hint of sweet that says she’s well hydrated. And I’m fucking addicted. Now I understand the feral look in Victor’s eyes any time he’s around her.
Grace whimpers because I’ve stopped short of her clit to savor the taste. I lift my head and grin. “Need something sweet girl?”
She nods, panting. “Please, Lili?”
Victor growls. “Good girl,” and gives me a terse nod.
The restraint has been lifted. I don’t hold back. Between Grace’s thighs, I feel like a damn Goddess. And I decide if we ever play with power exchange that’s what she’ll call me.
I suckle her clit between my teeth and slide two fingers into her drenched channel. She immediately grips me like a vice, and I can tell she’s on the edge already.
“You better fucking ask, butterfly, or you’ll wind up bent over the couch with a red ass.”
“Fuck!” She cries out. “Please can I come?”
“Good girl,” he croons. “Yes, you may come. Once. But Lili’s not done with you yet. And you’re going to beg for every ounce of pleasure until she is.”
Grace trembles as I increase the pressure on her clit and curl my fingers inside her. The flood of arousal as she creams on my fingers fuels my own desire, and I’m determined to leave her ragged and empty before I let her up.
“Oh, Victor,” I murmur, lifting my head to give her a small reprieve. “How you don’t live on your knees between her thighs is a mystery to me.”
“Well, spitfire,” he says, staring down at me, still holding a handful of Grace’s hair, “Not all of us are fortunate enough to be able to stay home with her all day.”
I want to retort that he kidnapped me, but this isn’t a prison anymore, this is more like heaven and home and every good thing I’ve wanted for myself but thought I couldn’t have. It might be temporary, but I’m planning to enjoy every second of it. Starting with forcing Grace to come at least half a dozen more times before I hand her back to Victor completely spent.
As if on cue, she moans and lifts her hips with my fingers still buried inside her.
“Hush love, I’ll take care of you. Just don’t forget to beg like a good little slut so Victor doesn’t have to end our fun early.”
And then I’m devouring her again, my tongue assaulting her clit as I finger fuck her until she’s trembling. Before too long, she’s teetering, barely hanging on, and for the second time I hear her beg Victor for release. Someday, she’ll beg me just as reverently as she pleads with him.