CHAPTER EIGHT
POV: Roman
The gala’s already crowded when we arrive. Gold lighting, champagne towers, diamond wrists and shark smiles fill the room.
Yet, all I’m watching is the flush that starts at her throat.
Harper walks half a step behind me, posture perfect, lips pink and slightly parted. I told her not to bite them tonight. She is to hold still and look pretty.
She’s trying.
I stop to greet someone I don’t care about. I give them a handshake and a lie; the usual exchange. My right hand stays in my pocket.
The remote is small and discreet.
I press the button once.
Harper gasps—just enough that I see her breath catch.
The plug inside her hums low and steady. She straightens. Her feet don’t move and I’m impressed. I lean in behind her like I’m adjusting her necklace.
“Smile, little one,” I murmur in her ear. “You’re soaked in front of all these people.”
She stiffens but manages to nod. I click the vibration up one level.
She’s shaking slightly now, but only I could notice. She holds her champagne flute with both hands to hide it.
Across the ballroom, someone else tries to flirt with her. I watch her cheeks go red. She doesn’t look at him and doesn’t answer.
I reward her with another pulse and watch as her knees almost buckle.
By the end of the third course, she’s not eating. Her fingers tremble every time she lifts the glass to her lips. Her thighs keep inching together, trying to hide what I’ve done to her.
She’s never looked more beautiful.
The room applauds something I didn’t hear. I press the remote one last time, this time a short pulse at the highest setting.
She chokes on a sound and drops her napkin.
I whisper without smiling. “You drop anything else, and I’ll smack you for hours when we get home.”
I watch as she begins to tremble and lean down, murmuring just loud enough for her to hear, “Relax. No one knows what’s buried between your sweet little ass cheeks.”
Her breath catches and eyes dart to the crowd. She shifts slightly, and I know it presses deeper in her insides. I know it teases that soft little spot that makes her thighs twitch.
I adjust the strap of her red dress, allowing my knuckles to brush the top of her breast. She doesn’t stop me.
“Hold still,” I whisper.
My hand finds the small of her back. I spread my fingers across that sweet curve just above her ass, where I’ve bruised her before. Her nipples tighten under the fabric.
Her body’s giving her away. She’s a mess of lust and need, her pussy only growing wetter by the moment.
I can’t wait to fuck her mercilessly later.
I guide her through the ballroom, and her mouth stays polite, her eyes lower than mine.I steer us toward a group of donors. They talk, and she smiles way too widely.
That’s fine. It was better if they thought she’s uncomfortable because she’s shy.
At the bar, we both order whiskey neat. I make sure the bartender hears her voice shake.
She presses her thighs together and I trail my fingers along the inside of the exposed part, just under the slit of her dress. I keep tracing higher, until I feel the heat of her soaked thong.
I drag my thumbnail along the edge, and she nearly drops her drink.
“You’d come for me right here?” I whisper. “With all of them watching?”
Her lips part but no sound comes out.
I press harder against her thigh, refusing to let her look away.
“Roman,” she whispers.
I turn fully to face her, grip both of her wrists, and push them up until her back hits the wall behind the bar. I block the view with my body, close enough to feel the press of her breasts against my chest, and to make sure she feels the hard press of my thick cock on her skin.
“Please, what?” I ask.
She stares up at me, eyes wide, chest rising fast. I don’t give her time.
My hand finds the waistband of her thong and slips beneath it. My fingers slide along her soaked slit. Her hips jerk forward.
“Please take me home,” she pants. “I need you.”
I can’t take it anymore either.
I lean down until my mouth is at her ear.
“I’m going to ruin you the second that door shuts.”
We leave immediately, arriving at the vehicle and I shut the door behind her.
She slides in without a word, back straight, thighs pressed tight together like she’s trying to trap the sensation inside her. I sit across from her instead of beside her.
Her lip quivers.
I lift the remote and hold it between two fingers.
“Say it.”
“I want to come.” She closes her eyes, breath stuttering. “Take it out.”
“Why?”
She’s shaking now, barely holding on. “Because I can’t stop clenching around it... Because it doesn’t stretch my cunt as good as your cock does. I need you. Not it.”
I don’t touch her during the ride. I don’t press the button again. I just watch her unravel while we speed toward the tower.
By the time we reach the garage, her eyes are glassy. She stumbles slightly stepping out and I let her fall against my chest.
“Upstairs. Now.”
She strips the second we walk into the suite. I don’t ask or stop her. She kneels on the bedroom floor, legs spread, plug still inside her, fingers twitching at her sides.
I fucking love how she wants me.
I grab the black, silk tie from the dresser and bind her wrists behind her back. Then I make her crawl to the bed.
“Face down. Legs apart.”
She obeys.
I remove the plug slowly, watching her back arch in relief.
She barely breathes as I slide my cock between her thighs and press in.
Her moan comes out in broken gasps.
I don’t stop moving once I start. I fuck her with both hands gripping her tied wrists, using her body the way she begged me to.
“You’re so wet,” I growl. “All fucking night, you sat there dripping for me.”
She cries into the pillow.
I slap her ass once—hard—and she jerks around me, thighs trembling.
“I could’ve made you come in front of all of them. You want that?”
“No,” she gasps.
“You want it like this. Tied. Used. Owned.”
She sobs harder. “Yes—yes, please.”
I fuck her until her legs collapse.
Then I flip her over, pull her wrists above her head, and fuck her again.
This time she screams when she comes. Her back arches. Her thighs snap shut. I force them apart and make her ride it out until she goes limp.
I come inside her, teeth clenched, hips bucking, once, then twice.
When I finally untie her, she doesn’t move. She watches me, blinking slowly.
I kiss her chin. Then her throat and mouth. She doesn’t ask what it means.