Chapter 62
“What the fuck?” I say as I follow Cignette, and glance around at the blatant absurdity that is Miranda’s bedroom.
It looks like a Victorian era chamber or something, with white-and-gold furniture, a king size bed, and a vast balcony that’s bracketed by long, beige curtains.
There is a wide, mirrored screen directly opposite the bed, and each panel of this screen seems to be foldable, for it has a thick seam that separates one from the other. Talk about self-obsession.
The lights in the room are turned on, and it seems like no one has been in here for days. I mean, who would, right? It’s not like the guards care about it, and Chase is too busy making stupid fucking decisions to visit his sister’s room.
“Uh, Dorran?”
I turn, and Cignette points upward.
I look up, and my brows rise on their own accord when I see that almost the entire ceiling in the room is nothing but reflective glass.
“What the hell kind of sex dungeon bullshit is this?” I say.
“Don’t ask me for details, because I’ve literally stepped into this room for the first time in years,” Cignette says, then shudders a little as she glances around.
“I think I was 7 when I was here last. I was looking to borrow a lipstick, but Mom thought I was intruding on her privacy. She kicked me out and asked me not to enter her room – ever. It’s a small mercy I listened to her on that, at least.”
I laugh. “I’m curious, though: why does a 7-year-old need a lipstick?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’d seen a picture of it in a magazine and wanted to try it out.”
“Of course you did,” I muse, earning a quick scowl from her.
“You think she has sex toys in here?” she asks.
“If she does, I don’t wanna see them. Christ knows where she’s used them, and on how many.”
Cignette pretends to gag, making me laugh again.
I walk over to the dressing table in the room, then study the items strewn on it.
They all look the same to me, so I pick up a long, purple tube, then twist it open before putting its wand under my nose.
I regret doing that almost immediately, because a strong, ash-like smell hits my senses, making my eyes water.
I cough and look to the side, then sniff and shake my head.
“For fuck’s sake, Dorran, stop smelling the goddamn mascara.” Cignette grabs the tube from me and throws it back on the table.
“It’s toxic,” I say, then wipe my nose and eyes. “What’s it even used for?”
She blinks and stares at me. “It’s used on the eyelashes,” she provides plainly.
“Why?”
A small pause.
“Because it enhances them?”
“And what purpose does that serve?”
She purses her lips, and I know she’s trying not to laugh at me.
“It doesn’t,” she says, then shrugs.
“Right.” I nod. “Good to know.”
She does laugh now, then walks over to me and cups the back of my neck with her hands. “You’re cute.” She kisses me. “And I want you to fuck me in front of those mirrors.”
“Only if you promise not to call me cute again,” I say, then pull her to me.
She grins. “Nope.” She leans in and kisses me again. “Cute – that’s what you are.”
“Shut your face,” I groan, and kiss her back.
When she chuckles against me, I lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I walk us to where the paneled mirrors are – our lips moving in abundance – then set her on her feet.
We take our clothes off in a haste, and once we’re naked, Cignette drags her eyes over me, then runs her fingers over my inner thigh.
“Touch yourself,” she says to me. “And watch yourself while you do it.” She moves to my side, and as I grab my cock and start stroking it, she bends and takes my right nipple into her mouth.
“Jesus,” I hiss, and my hips piston forward.
My dick pulses as I continue to fuck my fist, and my breaths turn heavy while I watch my reflection in the mirror.
I’m flushed from the chest up, and my lips are slightly swollen from our kiss.
I’m disheveled in the most vulnerable of ways, and I fucking love it.
Cignette snakes a hand downward and grabs my balls. She tugs at them, then bites my nipple, and my lids flutter before my eyes fall shut.
It feels so fucking good. The pain from her teeth on my skin, and the pleasure I’m giving myself, along with the one she’s giving me by kneading my sack, are making me hot; making me wanna come all over the floor.
“Watch us, Dorran,” she whispers, and I know she’s close to losing it with how uneven her tone is.
I open my eyes and look down at her, just as she takes her hand off me. She halts my movement on my cock, then swipes the precum off my crown. Bringing the finger between her lips, she sucks on it, and when she moans, I’m done for.
“Get on all fours, now,” I command, and watch as her pupils dilate in response.
She steps away from me and turns, then gets into position. Shifting her hair over one shoulder, she aligns her body parallel to the mirrors.
I get behind her, then go down on my knees. I can see her tight ass hole, and wetness dripping down to her thighs from how wet she is for me.
I grab her cheeks and squeeze them, then spank them hard, making her jerk.
“Lift higher,” I tell her, then slap them again.
She whimpers and raises her ass.
I look to my left – at the mirrors – and can see how beautifully her body has arched; how ready she is to take me. Her full tits hang against her frame, and goosebumps have marred her creamy skin.
I drag my fingers over her pussy, and she moans. I hold onto her waist and pull her back to me, and she, in turn, groans in frustration.
“Fuck me, damn you,” she grits out. “Because my pussy sure as hell won’t fuck itself.”
I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am,” I say, then slip my cock into her heat.
Cignette tips her head back and cries out as I fill her, then pushes back against me to take my entire length inside her.
“Yes,” she moans, then rocks her ass again. “Fuck yes.”
I move in and out of her at a steady rhythm, and watch as she coats my cock with her cum. The slick sounds of her walls swallowing me fill the room, and every time I thrust all the way in and my piercing hits that deep fucking spot of hers, her breath hiccups, and she tightens herself around me.
I grab her ass and spread her cheeks as I pound into her, and when I’m in her up to the base, I halt for a second and twist my hips, making her whimper.
She moves with me, fucking herself as I fuck her. She circles her pelvis, and I quicken my thrusts.
“Look at how well you take my cock,” I hiss, then spank her.
“Ah, shit; look at how your hungry little cunt squeezes it. My God, I love it when you use me for your pleasure, Little Swan.” I glance at the mirror, just as she does, too, and the picture we make – it’s beyond euphoric.
I’m rutting into her wildly, and she’s grinding against me just as fast. When I smirk at her reflection, she grins and licks her lower lip.
Fucking sexy as fuck.
I lean in and spit on her ass hole, then rub it in a circle with the pad of my thumb, lubricating her.
Cignette groans, and I once again look at her through the mirror.
“You okay with this?” I ask her.
She nods. “Use your fingers while your cock’s still in me.”
As if she could get any more perfect.
I can feel myself draw up as I continue to thrust into her pussy. I slowly push my index finger into her ass, and fuck me, she’s so tight that I can’t even imagine how good it’d feel to have my cock in there instead of a digit.
“Mm…” She rises on her hands and rocks against my ministrations. “Another finger,” she pants, then grabs one of her tits and starts pinching her nipple.
My hips move hurriedly as my release nears, and when I push a second finger inside her ass, Cignette cries out, and her body surges forward.
“That’s so good, Dorran,” she moans. “Fuck me harder.”
I do. Spitting over my fingers, I move them in and out of her ass, just as I pound into her pussy at an unrelenting pace.
She keeps whispering my name as she takes every inch of what I’m giving her, and soon, she clenches around me. Her back arches, and her body trembles as she orgasms against me.
I slow down and let her ride out her high; let her breaths even out as her body loosens under me.
I feel my spine stiffen as my cock continues to breach her walls, and when my balls tighten, I pull my cock, and my digits, out of Cignette, then fist myself.
She watches my reflection with intrigue on her flushed face, and as I start running my palm up and down my length in quick, rough strokes, she brings her ass closer.
“Fuck,” I whisper, then rise on my knees as my orgasm takes over my entire body.
Thick, white spurts of my cum shoot out of my throbbing cock and fall on Cignette’s lower back, and some of it drips onto her reddened ass cheeks.
She keeps her eyes on me as I empty myself on her, and once I’m done, I let go of myself.
I drag my fingers over her skin, spreading my cum further.
“Come here,” I order.
She turns and reaches me, then levels herself to me.
I grab her by the throat, and catch her gasp against my palm. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I say, then grin when she makes a sound.
“Open up for me.”
She parts her lips, and I slide my fingers into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she eagerly sucks my cum off them, and when I push them in deeper, she loosens her jaw and takes them to the very back of her throat.
“Fucking perfect.” I pull my hand back, then bring her closer before crashing my mouth to hers.
She tastes and smells like me, and kisses me back like I’m her only source of sustenance.
I let go of her throat and pull her flush against me, then sit down on the floor. She straddles me and continues kissing me, bunching my hair up in a painful grip.
“God, I wish your dead mother is watching us right now from whatever pit of hell she’s in,” I say, then bite her bottom lip before sucking on it.
“Imagine her body turning in her fucking grave, restless at the sight of us soiling her cashmere carpet,” Cignette adds, then laughs.
I snort, then chuckle. “I’m sure we make a hot sight, though, so at least there’s that.”
She smiles down at me, and it’s the kind of thing that tugs at you; moves something inside you because it means more than you can put into words.
“The best,” she corrects me, then presses her lips to mine, engulfing me in her warmth.