Chapter 7 #2
Damn him. Just when I manage to put my arousal out of my mind, he does something to bring it front and center again.
“Sadist,” I mutter as I dip a finger between my legs and do as I’m told.
Victor lets out a wicked little laugh. “Are you complaining, butterfly? I’ve got a cane in the closet out there. We can see how you like the sting of that on a wet ass.”
I gasp as I rub my clit and shake my head. Canes are painful no matter what, and wet skin would make it ten times as bad. “No, Master. Please. I’m not complaining. Just stating a fact. You’re a sadist. And I love it.”
He laughs. “Calm down. You’re not in trouble, butterfly.”
“You try staying calm when you’ve been forced to edge all day while eating Lili’s pussy.”
“Fair enough. Though I must say I’m jealous of the time you’ve spent with Lili’s cunt today, so how much sympathy should I have?” His grin lets me know he’s teasing, and I relax into my place at his feet while I wait for him to strip down.
He sheds his clothing mercifully fast and pulls me to my feet to join him in the shower. I wash his body and his hair, but when I make a move to soap his cock, he takes the rag and does it himself, ordering me to finger myself again as I watch.
His eyes drift closed as he fists his erection with the soapy rag and drags it up and down the length.
“Are you sure I can’t help you with that, Master?”
He grunts and shakes his head, dropping the rag and picking up the second one I got for myself.
He lathers it up and steps toward me, placing the rag between my legs.
Over the next several minutes, he brings me to the edge and back multiple times.
I’m pleading with him to let me come by the time he pulls the rag away and reaches for the detachable shower head, which he sprays directly on my pussy, damn near pushing me off the cliff.
When we’re both dried off, I help him get dressed and run a brush through his shoulder-length hair.
“Do you want to leave it down or pull it back?”
He meets my gaze in the mirror and gives me the smile that so few get to see. “Which do you prefer?”
“It depends. Tonight, you should pull it back if you’re aiming to look serious.”
“Make it so, Mariposa,” he orders.
I gather his hair and smooth it out before pulling it through a hair tie. It’s an exercise in bonding I didn’t realize I needed today.
When Victor is dressed and ready, he commands me to kneel in the center of the room still naked.
“I’ll be back in a moment, butterfly. Don’t move.”
He’s gone less than two minutes, and Lili is with him when he returns.
“What a treat,” Lili murmurs when she sees me.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” she asks Victor when the door is closed.
“Letting our toy off the hook early.”
Lili winks at me. “She has been a delightfully good girl today.”
Victor smiles down at me. “I need you focused tonight, butterfly. Which means I need you not to be so horny you can’t think straight.”
“That’s an appropriate description for me right now, Master.”
He chuckles. “Good. That’s how I’ve wanted you for most of the day. How I want you as often as possible. But now we’re going to take care of you together so we can have the evening we all need to have.”
He reaches for the zipper of his pants and points to the sofa. “You’re going to ride me while Lili plays with your clit however she sees fit.”
Victor settles on the couch with a chuckle. “I suppose it would have been more efficient to do this before you dressed me, butterfly.”
I giggle as I straddle his lap and pull his cock out of his pants.
“It’s OK, Master. I enjoy watching you get dressed.
” He lifts his hips to shove his pants and boxers further down his legs, then turns me so my back is to his chest. Lili drops to the floor in front of us and helps adjust me so I can lower myself onto his cock.
When he fills me, I nearly come right then, but a hard pinch to my nipple brings me back from the edge. “Not yet,” he whispers in my ear as he rubs the offended nipple gently between his fingers. “Ride me, Grace. And come when you’re ready. No need to ask.”
It takes a minute for me to find my rhythm, but soon I’m riding Victor at a steady pace, and Lili is rubbing my clit with the pad of her forefinger.
“Come for us, Grace,” she commands. “You’ve been holding back all day like a good little fuck toy, but now it’s time to explode all over Victor’s cock.”
Her words and the pressure from her fingers and Victor’s cock combine to create the perfect storm that sends me over the edge, and I grip his thighs behind me as I shudder through the first orgasm.
I’m so sensitive that I come three more times before Victor fills me with his cum.
He cups my tits in his hands and squeezes as he rides his own pleasure high, digging his nails into the soft flesh as I whimper and convulse around him.
As I slow my hips and stop moving, his essence leaks out of me and I shudder, loving the sensation.
The excitement of him dripping out of me will stay with me all night, a little reminder of what I can do to him with my body.
I’m a sweaty mess, and Victor probably needs a dry shirt after all of that, but he carries me to the bathroom and cleans me up with a warm rag before he straightens his clothes in the mirror.
When he’s tucked his shirt back in and adjusted his tie, he takes the dress Lili hands him and slips it over my head.
All three of us are quiet as we move around Victor’s office and bathroom, getting ready to head into the club and start our evening. But it’s a companionable silence that’s right. We fit together as a unit even in trivial things.
As I stand near the door waiting for Victor to say he’s ready to join the party, my eyes land on the bouquet of roses from the unknown sender, and I have to shove down the panic that bubbles up at the thought that all of this joy I’m experiencing could come crashing down around me and leave devastating heartbreak in its wake if we don’t catch Phineas Draven and my stalker.