Chapter 14 #3
In an instant the fingers on her chin tightened, and she barely managed to get up on her feet before those full lips she admired earlier descended on hers.
Rhiannon still held her face, the move doing more for Pru than she cared to admit.
It managed to pin her in place more effectively than a wall would. Her mouth was there for the taking.
And speaking of taking, she barely tasted Rhiannon before she was unceremoniously turned around and pulled flush against her body.
She opened her eyes and blinked at the view.
Both of them, standing back to front, reflected in the shop’s mirror, the fire bathing them in golden shadows.
It was erotic. The distinct possibility that anyone could come in at any moment should not be making this as attractive to Pru as it was.
“I don’t back out of my debts, Prudence.” Rhiannon bit her neck, the placement of the bite a perfect facsimile of the one Prudence left on her just yesterday.
“Ah… There’s no keeping score… Rhiannon….”
She watched herself melt against that wicked, wicked mouth. And she watched her eyes attain a wild quality to them, one that she had never seen before. Hungry, desperate. And she was. She wanted… She wanted…
“Tell me, Prudence. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
This was the Devil. Surely, this was Her. Prudence moaned, and Rhiannon licked where she bit and then bit harder. Prudence’s palm flew to her mouth to keep the scream in.
“The door—”
“You will have to keep so very quiet, Prudence. Can you do that?”
When Prudence didn’t answer, Rhiannon’s hand caressed her spine, running up until her fingers tangled in Pru’s hair and then they pulled, exposing her neck to a ravenous mouth.
Except it did not bite, nor kiss. Rhiannon’s mouth lingered, a breath away from the skin, the grip holding Pru’s head immobile.
“Or should I walk out, Prudence?” the Devil’s lips whispered against the side of Pru’s exposed throat, ending the question with a tiny lick, a barest whisper of tongue, caressing and gone before she could even realize it had been there.
“No!”
Rhiannon’s chuckle was obscene. There was no other word to describe it.
It went right through Pru and down into her underwear…
And if that wasn’t a kick, she watched, mesmerized, and Rhiannon’s mouth kept kissing and sucking on her neck as those hands she had been admiring earlier slowly undid the button of her slacks and lowered the zipper.
So slowly, Pru heard every single steel tooth set free.
Outside, a gaggle of voices sounded loudly, close to the shop. Too close. Pru whimpered.
“Tell me to stop…” Rhiannon, done with the zipper, pushed the trousers down to the floor. She caressed Pru’s hip bones through the white cotton, her eyes greedy and hot in the mirror. Who knew simple cotton could do this?
When Pru didn’t answer, too focused on the images in front of her, Rhiannon’s fingers traced downward, where a small wet spot could be distinctly seen in the light of the fireplace.
“I think I shall not stop, Prudence.” Rhiannon’s breath was coming fast and shallow in her ear, and Pru reveled in it.
The lust so vivid in those green eyes was burning hot, scorching her through the mirror.
“I think I shall fuck you right here and right now and any customers who stumble into the store will see me take you. Do you want that, Prudence?”
The sly, teasing fingers slid under the cotton and tickled the already drenched lips. Pru sighed. Rhiannon stopped. Pru squeaked and opened her eyes to glare indignantly at her tormentor. Rhiannon’s smile was mean.
“You didn’t answer me, Prudence. You didn’t tell me what it is you wanted me to do to you and whether I should stop if people come in.”
The fingers slid lower and then dipped into the wetness, just a bit, just the very tips, and Pru nearly fainted.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop. I don’t care about… Just please!”
Rhiannon’s eyes were feral. “Good girl.”
Oh, how sweeter the words were when addressed to her.
Pru’s vision grayed as two fingers encircled her clit and did exactly what Rhiannon promised to do at the coffee shop.
They drew circles, tighter and tighter, till all Pru could feel was the heat and pleasure, all the while that full, red, swollen mouth was leaving marks on her neck, marks that wouldn’t fade for days if not weeks.
It was delicious, it was wicked. She felt free.
“Open your eyes, Prudence.”
Rhiannon bit again, gently, and Pru watched as her other hand tore through the buttons of her shirt and drew her bra cup down, exposing a nipple. A tightly furled nipple ready, so ready. Pru threw her head back on Rhiannon ’s shoulder as the fingers pinched, and she came with a silent scream.
As her walls still clenched in the aftermath of the orgasm, the front doorbell rang and Ceridwen’s “Prudence, I thought I’d catch you here—” broke through the post-orgasmic bliss.
Rhiannon was out of Pru’s panties and out by the counter in a second flat, and Pru closed her eyes and breathed through her embarrassment. Catch her indeed.