Page 33 of Lesson In Honesty

What an enigma.

Fuck, he loved mysteries.

Gently, waiting for a knife to strike him in the back, he toyed with her. Fingertips only at first, learning the shape of each fold and dip by feel alone. Circling her clit, encouraging it to come play, until her hips finally jerked into his hand. Tugging lightly on the string between her lips. “That’s it, pixie. Relax a little bit. I’m not going to hurt you.”

She whimpered, biting her lip until her teeth indented the soft flesh.

In his mind, the world was already non-existent. The club, their audience, the music and chatter of society… all gone. But the more he played with her, the more he teased and aroused her, he found time itself becoming inconsequential.

When her labia grew plump, slickness smearing over his fingers, Mack smiled at her. “Bet you get wet for your Dom with a look, right? A look, a word, the slightest touch. Strangers don’t get that privilege; they need to work for it, earn trust. Have I earned your trust, pixie?”

Her breath shuddered out. “Y-Yes, sir.”

Fuck, that sounded good. He’d missed this, the respectful tone and honorific from a willing sub. “Thank you. I’ll make sure not to break it.”

Her back arched, a cry bursting from her lips as he slipped a finger along her seam, then inside her with exquisite slowness. Satisfactorily tight, he thought, but not half as wet as she should be.

Taking a tissue from his pocket, he discreetly removed the tampon in his way, wrapping it up neatly and depositing the tissue back where it came from for later disposal.

Returning to her pussy, Mack rocked his digit carefully through the squeeze of her muscles, sensing her stiffen, retreating as though something hurt. Reading the signs, he didn’t press further, simply stimulated her clit with a firm touch. “Tell me when you’ve had enough.Noorstopwill work just fine.”

Evidently, stopping him wasn’t on her mind—or her Dom’s. Either the guy was biding his time to knock Mack out, or he wasn’t the possessive, jealous type.

“Is your Dom watching you ride my hand, pixie? Can he see how you’re grinding your clit on my thumb, fucking my fingerlike a greedy little girl?” Oh yeah, she got something out of that, he thought when her pussy clamped down on his digit. “Did I hit a good spot there? Is it the idea of your Dom watching you get fingered by another man?”

She squirmed, more moisture slicking his finger.

“Yeah, you like that he’s watching, but I think you like being called a greedy little girl more.”

A moan, subtle yet powerful enough to vibrate straight into his balls.

Mack leaned in close, his mouth by her ear as he thrust his finger into her again, sliding in easier this time. “How hard do you like getting fucked, pixie? Are you a dirty little girl who screams her Dom’s name when his cock splits open this snug pussy? A naughty little girl who enjoys getting her ass filled with cum?”

Sierra’s legs buckled.

For the first time, Mack felt Liam’s presence move close. Already a step ahead of her Dom, he lashed his arm around her waist, anchoring her before she fell on her pretty ass. “Steady, pixie. I get any bruises on you, your Dom is gonna give me some of my own.”

A low growl from behind confirmed his theory.

She was wet now, obviously just needing some vocal foreplay to get her system running faster. Sliding a second finger inside her, he pressed against her upper wall, pleased when she gasped, contracted around his digits, and simultaneously let her head drop back.

Wonderful things, G-spots.

“Ask your Dom if you can come, pixie.”

She shuddered. “I-I can’t.”

“You can’t or he won’t let you?”

“Can’t,” she whispered, looking stricken. “N-Not without t-time and—oh.”

A twist of his hand, a careful change of angle, and he brought her up onto her toes. “Ask your Dom for permission to come, pixie. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Panic, desperation, and longing contorted her facial muscles as she turned her head to seek out Liam. Hands still behind her, she couldn’t reach for him with anything but her eyes. “Daddy, please? Please can I come?”

Daddy?Shit, no wonder she likedlittle girlso much; she was one. Wasn’t that just… fascinating, he decided. The beard should’ve made her look masculine, but the daintiness of her features negated it. Add in the Little and she truly was the enigma he first thought.

Liam didn’t say a word, but when her expression changed to relief and dread, Mack understood her request had been granted. She wanted an orgasm, was primed for it now, so why did it scare her?

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