Page 143 of Pervade London
“I want to please you.”
He gave a nod of satisfaction, though his focus stayed on the man giving the grandest of speeches. It was a speech about war…a speech about changing the world.
“I can’t wait,” I whispered.
The rhythm slowed, bringing me a continued buzz, one I could only barely endure. “Thank you, sir.”
I glanced down as his soaked fingers strummed my glistening pussy, my clit swollen beneath his touch. It sent me close to the edge again…
Mercifully he whispered, “Come.”
Shuddering, grinding against him as slowly and surreptitiously as possible, I squeezed my eyes shut and disappeared into the nothingness, drenched in pleasure, absorbed by light and warmth as I chased after waves of release.
In his hands I was a tight bud desperate to flower. A young woman obsessed with the two men in her life who owned her every waking thought.
This was outrageous and forbidden and daring and filthy and I reveled in it. I was a dirty girl with dirty thoughts doing dirty things with a regal man in a bespoke waistcoat. The ultimate exhibitionist’s high. If Ballad wanted to prove he knew my darkest fantasies he’d landed on more than truth—he was fulfilling my darkest needs and satiating all of my secret desires.
My orgasm tore through me as I gripped his wrist so tightly it had to hurt.
He didn’t seem to mind. “Good girl.”
The air in my lungs finally found its way back as his fingers continued caressing me to bring me down slowly, proving he truly cared about my pleasure.
I leaned back, completely out of breath.
The Prime Minister seemed happy with the speech.
He strolled out of the chambers with the same dignity with which he’d entered. The few other men and women who were present trickled out behind him.
James whipped a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped off his fingers, then slipped it back. He tugged my hem down as I sat up straight again and tried to pretend I’d not just had the best public orgasm of my life.
The warmth in my cheeks remained and my body shuddered as though the memory of his touch was too much.
“I love you,” I managed.
His voice was unemotional. “For my purpose it’s pleasing to hear.”
“Why are you so cruel?”
“Why do you crave my cruelty?”
I don’t know.
Reaching over, I grabbed his hand and his thumb brushed over my palm as though to reassure me. It wasn’t enough, I needed more.
“Say something,” I pleaded.
“Xavier will be pleased with how well you’ve done.”
I threw my head back in frustration, though hearing Xavier’s name brought some reassurance. I’d probably fall at his knees in relief when I saw him.
This had all been too much…that speech written by Ballad, and his gift of pleasing, proving his possession. The fact he’d been arrogant enough to do it here. And I wanted more, craved more of him…
Even as his coldness endured and he shut me out.
“You passed the test, Emily.”
“You passed mine, too,” I said, pouting prettily. “I look forward to more of the same.”
