Chapter 1 #2
I should fight back with some sense of feminism, but my pussy has a mind of its own. And a sick part of me wants whatever Dane has planned.
“Take off your panties and hand them to me.”
I hesitate for a moment, but there’s no use delaying the inevitable. I hold my dress with one hand and hook my other thumb into my panties and slide them off.
They’re soaked.
Fuck. He’s going to know exactly how wet I am. My body’s already responding to him, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
Gerald never made me feel like this. Anytime he touched me, I was dry as a fucking desert. Five minutes with Dane Sinclair and I’m dripping. I hand them to him, my face burning.
His dimples appear as his lips curl into a smirk. Not quite a smile, but close. He tucks them into his front coat pocket like they’re his new fucking pocket square.
“Good girl. Now sit.”
I lower myself onto his lap. The moment my ass settles onto him, his hard cock presses against me. A normal woman would feel mortified, disgusted, concerned . . . anything besides this intense arousal. My traitorous body responds with a rush of heat between my thighs.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
His hands grip my hips and pull me back harder against him. Then, he uses his own legs to spread mine wider.
He grips my thighs and pulls my legs even farther apart. The men in the crowd roar their approval.
“Lean back against me.” His breath is hot against my ear.
I let my back rest against his chest. His body is solid muscle and radiates heat through his suit jacket.
One of his hands slides up my ribs to cup my breast through the fabric of my dress. He squeezes hard enough to make me gasp. His fingers trace along the neckline. Then he yanks the fabric down, and my breasts spill out, bare for everyone to see.
The crowd reacts immediately. More whistles. Someone shouts something crude that I don’t quite catch. My face burns, but I can’t cover myself. I can’t move. I’m pinned on his lap with my tits and pussy on display for two hundred Ravens.
And my nipples are hard. Apparently, my body is as fucked up as the rest of this situation.
“Everyone here can see you now.” His voice is low, meant only for me. “They’re looking at the pussy I just paid fifty million dollars to own.”
His words send a jolt straight to my clit.
“I’ll never let them watch me when I fuck you. So you’re going to give them the show they demand. And this is the last fucking time anyone besides me will see your pussy, so make it one hell of a show.”
His other hand moves to my thigh. I wish he would brush his fingers along my clit. But he won’t make this easy for me.
“Reach down and touch my pussy.” His lips brush my ear as he commands me. “They’re going to watch you come.”
This is insane. When I woke up this morning, I never imagined that I’d be sitting on Dane Sinclair’s lap with my legs spread in front of the Ravens. But here I am.
Public claiming is part of the ritual. Refusing is not an option.
And some messed-up part of me wants to touch myself, to ease the ache building between my thighs.
I don’t make him tell me again before I slide my hand down my stomach.
More groans rise from the crowd as my fingers get closer.
My fingers reach my pussy, and I’m not just wet. I’m dripping.
“Fuck.” The word slips out before I can stop it.
“That’s it.” Dane’s voice is rough against my ear. His hand squeezes my breast. “You’re already so wet for me, aren’t you, kitten? Rub your clit while you think about what awaits you tonight. But don’t finger yourself. The next thing you’re going to have inside that pussy is me.”
I circle my clit with my fingers. Pleasure sparks through me immediately.
This is the most intense thing I have ever felt.
“Faster.” Dane’s voice is a command. “I can feel you trembling against me. You’re going to come for me, Whitney. Only when I tell you, so everyone here can see exactly who you belong to.”
I move my fingers faster. My hips rock hard against his lap. He releases a low growl.
Fuck him. I hope it fucking hurts. I move my ass more forcefully against his hard dick. And I’m definitely wishing he had just fucked me while they watched.
His hand slides up from my breast to wrap around my throat, holding me tight against him so I can’t move as easily to tease his dick.
“Look at them. Look at all these bastards watching you. Every man who bid on you tonight. They’re all watching you, wishing they could have just a tiny feel of that wet pussy.
But if one of these fucks ever tries to touches you, I’ll snap his neck and fuck you on top of his corpse.
” He squeezes my throat tighter. “You are mine and I'm not the man you want to fuck around with.”
I should fear him. But I don’t. The threat only makes me want him more. The pressure of his hand on my throat, his hard cock pressing against my ass, his voice in my ear commanding and owning me—this is the most erotic thing I have ever fucking experienced.
My fingers work my clit harder. I’m so close. My breathing turns ragged. I hate him right now, but I hate the effect he has on my body more.
“That’s my good girl.” His voice roughens with satisfaction. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.” I manage to gasp it out.
“And what’s my fucking name?” His grip tightens on my throat.
I keep circling my clit faster. “Dane Sinclair.”
“Goddamn right.” His voice is full of satisfaction. His fingers find my nipple and pinch. “Now say it so they can fucking hear you.”
I want to come. My legs are shaking from the pressure of my building climax. “Dane Sinclair.” I shout it to the entire room. “I belong to Dane fucking Sinclair.”
“Good girl. You have claws, but you listen well, kitten. Now come for me. Right fucking now. I’m ready to take my wife home.”
I’ve tuned out everyone else. Only the pleasure building, only his voice, only this moment and the thought of what awaits me at my new home. The orgasm hits me hard. I scream his name again. My whole body convulses against him. My thighs clench around his legs.
His arm wraps around my waist to hold me steady while I shake and sob through the most intense climax I have ever felt. And he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
It keeps going. My pussy drips while these Ravens watch me fall apart on my new husband’s lap.
When the orgasm finally ends, I gasp for air. Tears stream down my face, and I can’t feel my legs.
The room is silent. I just rubbed one out in front of people I’ll see again at Society events for years to come. Dane’s sons could be in this crowd for all I know.
But I can’t bring myself to care. My body is still trembling from the aftermath of it all.
Dane keeps his arm locked around my waist. He presses his lips against my ear.
“That was just the beginning, Mrs. Sinclair.”
And I know without a doubt that I'm entirely fucked.