Chapter Six
Damien
More. Give me more.
That’s all the invitation I need before I find my fingers moving again of their own volition, trailing along the outer edges of her lace underwear.
“What exactly do you want, Lyla?” I ask, challenging her.
Lyla doesn’t respond—she just lets out a breathy whimper.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want,” I demand. “Use your words.”
“Don’t tease me,” she whines, writhing her hips upward, searching for the friction she’s so desperate for.
“You think you get to call the shots?” I ask, chuckling darkly. “That’s cute.” I pull my hand back, and her eyes flare wide in protest, right before I land a slap directly on her clit, pulling a delicious moan from her.
“If you want something, you ask for it.” My voice is low, almost gravelly. “Now, answer the fucking question. What exactly do you want?” I lean in, pressing my lips to the side of her neck, licking the tender flesh right below her ear.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, head tilting more to the side, granting me more access.
Licking my way up her neck toward her ear, I say, “That still isn’t an answer, Lyla.” I nibble on the bottom of her lobe and tug slightly.
“Do you want me to remove this barrier between us…like this?” I ask, hooking my fingers around the lace fabric, and tug it to the side.
“Yessss,” she hisses out, undeniable lust coating her plea.
“Hmm,” I murmur. “And let me guess…” I pause, slowly gliding two fingers along her slit, and loving the way her pussy is weeping to be touched. “You want me to plunge these fingers deep inside your sweet pussy, and find out just how wet you are for me?” It’s a question.
One that she answers so eagerly. “Fuck, yes.” She says the words on a delicious moan that has my cock twitching behind the confines of my tailored pants.
Wasting no time, I push my fingers into her and take in the way her body shivers with desire.
“Oh!” My tone is laced with surprise. Leaning in again, I bite her neck harshly, eliciting a small yelp from her. Easing the sting of my bite, I begin to suck softly on her flesh. “I knew I’d find you wet and ready for me. But I didn’t think you’d be fucking soaked already,” I say as I pull back.
Her pussy tightens around my fingers, gripping them tightly as if she’s begging for movement.
Movement that I refuse to give her.
Not yet.
Not withdrawing my fingers, I shift from my seat and kneel down in front of her. Our eyes lock again, this time in a battle. Hers are pleading for more, while mine are demanding everything.
A scream fills the auditorium, and I watch as Lyla’s gaze shifts to the stage.
Whatever she sees has her pussy pulsing with need.
Briefly turning my head to look behind me, I see that the woman is now unbound.
The table has been pushed aside, and she straddles one man, riding his cock, while another thrusts into her ass.
She’s so full, and seems to be enjoying every second of it.
The other men all stand around her, touching her. One of the men is holding a shock rod and is trailing it across her tits with each movement she makes, pulling screams of pleasure from her each time it grazes her skin.
My attention flicks back to Lyla. Her eyes are glued to the stage, and she soaks it all in in rapt fascination.
“Keep looking,” I encourage, from on my knees in front of her. She looks to me, but only momentarily, before focusing again on the woman getting absolutely railed in front of us. “Don’t look away from the stage.” My tone is commanding, and she obeys.
“I wonder,” I say teasingly. “What do you want me to do next?”
“More,” she begs, circling her hips subtly, still searching for friction and movement that I won’t give her, but she obediently keeps her eyes glued to the woman on stage.
A dark, sinister laugh escapes me as I say, “You still aren’t using your words, Lyla.” I’m not sure if it’s my words or the tone of my voice, but her inner walls clamp down around my fingers again.
Fuck.
“Since you can’t tell me what you want, maybe I should stop,” I tease.
She looks at me, eyes flaring. “No, please.” I didn’t think I’d have her begging so quickly. I was sure she’d put up more of a fight. But I’m relishing the way she’s submitting so beautifully.
“What. Do. You. Want.” I demand to know, curving and hooking my fingers, gently massaging her G-spot back and forth.
Lyla’s mouth falls open. “Yessss,” she hisses on a moan. “I want you to make me come.” I can tell she’s struggling to keep her attention focused on the other woman now that she’s finally getting some of what she wants.
“Mmm,” I groan. My cock is loving the little sounds she makes, and it’s begging for attention.
Attention that I don’t give it. “I bet you do. You’re a greedy little thing.
” I laugh softly. “But there’s no need to rush, Lyla.
We’re gonna take our time. There’s so much to show you.
Liiike…” I drag out the last word, loving the way her legs begin to quiver with anticipation of what I’m going to do next.
“For starters, I’m going to show you how good it feels to be edged.
” Using my free hand, I pull her dress up more, completely exposing her pussy to me now, and I take in the perfect view.
“I’m going to get you so close to the edge, then leave you dangling.
Hanging on my thread, begging me to let you finish.
But let me be clear: when I do allow you to come for the first time, because you will be coming more than once tonight, it will be fucking perfect. ”
I watch intently as her throat bobs with a gasp, swallowing my words.
I continue thrusting my fingers inside her, but cup my hand, changing the angle and adding some pressure and friction to her clit. With each sweet stroke of her G-spot, the palm and heel of my hand rub along her clit. She lets out a delicious moan in response.
“Oh, yes. Just like that, Damien.” Hearing her soft whimper and my name on her tongue has the animal in me going fucking feral.
But it isn’t enough. I need her whole body begging for more.
“You like it, don’t you? Watching another woman get thoroughly fucked while earning your own pleasure?”
“Mmmm.” She only moans in response, and my fingers still.
Her eyes flash to mine in angry protest. “W-wha—”
“Use your fucking words,” I demand, my tone dangerous and leaving no room for argument.
“I like it. Too fucking much,” she admits in a husky whimper.
“Good fucking girl,” I praise, withdrawing my hand from her center, trailing my fingers along her thigh as I watch her muscles jump in response.
“Why did you—” Lyla begins to question, but her words cut off when my mouth latches onto her clit, then I flatten my tongue and lick.
My hands, still trailing along her thighs, roughly massage into her skin, loving the way her legs shake beneath my touch.
Her moans mix with the moans and screams of the woman on stage, but she tries to keep them quiet, and I know she doesn’t want to gain the attention of anyone else in the room. If I have it my way, that won’t last long.
Releasing her clit, I lean back slightly and say, “I am a man of my word. I always mean what I say. And I don’t make empty promises. Now relax these thighs.” I pause, placing a firm smack to each of her inner thighs. She lets out a yelp of surprise. “And let me devour this sweet pussy.”
Lyla doesn’t protest. Instead, she scoots her ass toward the edge of her seat and relaxes her legs, granting me more access. And I do exactly as I said I would. I devour her. Licking up from her entrance, I make sure to give her clit special attention.
Threading her fingers through my hair, she grips the base of my head tightly to try and hold me exactly where she wants me. I let her, lapping at her clit until I feel her thighs quiver. Her body is writhing with pleasure, and she’s close. So fucking close.
So, I stop. Pulling back, I meet her curious eyes. She’s questioning my next move.
“You want it, don’t you?” I chuckle. “You want to come for me so badly.” I blow gently on her clit while holding her gaze, loving the way she squirms for more.
“Yes, Damien. Please,” she begs, louder than I expected her to.
Dipping my head back down under her dress, my mouth goes right back to work. First, I nip at her clit, right before I suck it into my mouth.
“Oh, God. Yes.”
The sounds she makes encourage me to keep going.
Applying pressure to her lower abdomen with one hand, I stop briefly to say, “Now fucking come for me. Come on my face.” As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, I’m back to work, lapping at her clit and plunging two fingers into her tight, wet hole.
“Damien, fuck that feels so fucking—” Her words are cut short by the wave of pleasure and massive orgasm that quakes through her.
Her body is trembling in the aftermath, so I decide to take it easy on her, for now, and not overstimulate her sensitive bud. I start planting kisses along her thighs.
“Holy hell, that was…amazing.” Her breathy words come out quietly. Her inner beast has settled, and now she’s back to being timid. As if she didn’t just get fingered and eaten out in public.
Does she really think that’s it—that this is over now? The thought makes me laugh aloud. Pushing back, I sit fully on my knees, giving her a moment to relax. “You did so good for me, Lyla. And I have a feeling you’re about to do even better.”
“Even better?” she questions, arching an eyebrow.
I let her sit on her question for a moment, and once her breath evens out, I tug her underwear back in place, pull down her dress, then push to stand and extend a hand to help her up. Once she’s standing, I make quick work of fixing her dress for her.
“This was just the start. The warm-up. You’re capable of so much fucking more. And I can’t wait to see for myself.”