Page 104 of Ruthless Prince
My stomach fluttered, and I swallowed hard, licking my dry lips again. My reply came out in a shaky whisper. “What do you mean,sir?”
“You know what I mean. You aren’t stupid,” he said, crossing his muscular arms. “I want you to give me ashow.”
My face flushed even hotter. “But… I’ve never done it before. Touched myself, Imean.”
“Not evenonce?”
“I tried to do it a couple of times a few years ago,” I admitted. “I thought it might make me interested in that sort of stuff. But it didn’t do anything for me, so Istopped.”
He cocked his head to one side. “You aren’t asexual, Willow. Something turns you on, and we both know it. Or should I say someone?” He arched a brow. “Now touch yourself. Unless you’d rather go back to thedungeon.”
“No, sir. I don’t want to go back there,” Imurmured.
The thought of Logan watching me do something so private made me want to shrivel up and die, but in the end, it was no different to the other things he’d put me through. He wanted to humiliate and control me in every way possible, so why should my ability to masturbate be exempt fromthat?
It was probably the only thing I could do to bring myself a bit of joy in this place, if I was ever struck with the urge, and he couldn’t stand to let me have that one little thing to myself. Now, if I ever wanted to try it in the future, I would remember these degrading moments, and the tiny tingling urges I felt would evaporateimmediately.
“Wet your fingers first,” Logan said as my right hand moved tentativelydownward.
I raised two fingers to my mouth and licked them until they were soaked. Then I slid them back down, moving right to the crease of my pussy before gently probing between thelips.
“Fuck. That’s it,” Logan muttered. I could see his erection straining the fabric of his pants already. “Now touch the barbell, verysoftly.”
Using the most delicate touch, I ran my fingers over the new jewelry. The pressure sent an immediate jolt of pleasure zinging through my body, and a tremor appeared in one of my legs. “Oh!”
“Keep going. Look at me while you do it,” Logan said, eyes darkening with excitement. There was something else in his gaze, too. Something beyond the eager desire to humiliate and controlme.
Lust.
He hated me, but right now he wanted to fuck me more than he wanted to hurt me. It was written all over his face, and I felt his hunger emanating from him in waves of masculine desire. To my eternal shame, some dark part of my mind was actually pleased bythat.
Keeping my eyes on him, I bit my lip and took a deep breath. I touched the barbell again, unleashing more sparks from my clit, and I couldn’t help but let out amoan.
“What are you thinking about, princess?” Logan asked, voice low andhusky.
“Y-you,” I choked out. I wished I didn’t have to admit it, but in the end it didn’t really matter. He already knew that the thought of him was the only thing that had ever turned me on. He’d known ever since my Order pledgeceremony.
He licked his lips. “What do you want me to do rightnow?”
For a horribly twisted moment, I wanted to tell him to slide a finger inside me. Maybe two. Even though I hadn’t ventured that low with my own fingers, I could tell I was dripping with arousal. Pulsing withneed.
“I…” I stopped myself at the last second.Don’t do it. Never, ever beg him.I could imagine him touching me if that helped me come, but no more. Noway.
He arched a brow, eyes crinkling around the edges with amusement as if he already knew what I secretly wanted. “Yes?”
“Nothing, sir,” I said breathlessly. My fingertips strummed my clit in a steady rhythm as I imagined him stretching me around his fingers and cock, and I quickly slipped over the edge into my first orgasm. A wail escaped my mouth as tremors shook my body, and I squeezed my eyes shut and lay down, pantingloudly.
Logan’s shoulders straightened, and his expression turned neutral again. “That’ll do for now,” he said. “I have togo.”
With that, he strode out of the room. I stayed on the bed for the next few minutes, still struggling to catch my breath as the waves of pleasure slowlyfaded.
When I’d finally recovered from the shock of my first climax, I got up and slipped into the robe, wincing as the fabric caught on one of my new nipple bars. I went into the bathroom to mist my chest with the saltwater spray Paloma gave me for aftercare, and then I began to explore the rest of my newroom.
I hadn’t noticed earlier, but there was a door near the right side of the bed. When I opened it, I found myself in a walk-in closet so big it could’ve functioned as another bedroom. There were drawers and shelves filled with clothes, underwear and shoes, all in my size, and an enormous mirror with a gilded frame hung at one end next to a small opendoorway.
That entry led to a miniature library which contained high mahogany bookcases stacked with reading material, a small cabinet, a quilted sofa with a matching ottoman, and a small desk with pens and paper. Closer inspection showed that Logan had left some of my college readings and assignments in the desk drawers, presumably for me to get through at some stage to maintain the appearance of normalcy in mylife.
A carved Regency-style fireplace with bronze adornments sat on one side of the cozy room, but there was nothing to light it with. Logan probably didn’t trust me with the necessary tools, in case I tried to set him or myself on fire out of desperation to escape my newlife.
