Page 87 of Pandora's Pleasure
“How does your pussy feel?” he asked huskily.
I fell against him, reaching around to hug him tight to thank him for this luxurious buzz that endured even now…thanking him for this reckless game.
His arms failed to embrace me back.
I pulled away, trying to regain my composure. I gave a nod to confirm I’d almost recovered.
He led me over to where a roll of toilet paper sat on an ornate holder, pulling off a few reems. Then he lifted my hem and eased my panties down. With my thighs spread a little, he wiped me there, tenderly, easing away evidence of my arousal, and then disposed of the paper, flushing it away.
As I tugged my dress down, he said, “Pull yourself together. I need you pretty and obedient. I need you by my side.”
He left me standing there, stunned at his coldness.
Leaning on the vanity, I caught my reflection in the mirror, seeing my frazzled expression and disheveled hair. I was caught up in the depravity of one of Washington’s most powerful men.
Nothing could be done.
Being used like this was never going to end.
You don’t want it to end.
I scraped my fingers through my locks and reapplied my lipstick. Then I raised my head to practice how a woman might stroll through a crowd and not reveal her post-Damien high.
I stepped out onto the lawn, recognizing Brahms’ String Quartet No. 1 in C Minor. The piece heightened my dramatic march over to where Damien was standing.
True to form, he’d nabbed himself a glass of champagne and an orange juice for me.
“Thank you.” Taking it, I sipped thirstily, and then threw the other guests around us a warm smile.
“Good girl,” he teased. “That’s right, act like you’re head over heels in love with me.”
“Asking for the impossible?”
“You admitted it last night.”
“I didn’t finish the sentence.”
“You implied it.”
“It was the tequila.”
“You can’t get enough of me.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Your pussy is still throbbing. And your ass is spasming as you imagine my cock buried deep inside you instead of the jewel. We’ll get there. Just keep that plug in as instructed. We’ll increase the size incrementally so you can accommodate me.”
“You’re crass.” I looked around for Theo to see if he was watching me.
“You’re lucky I don’t get you to kneel before me in front of everyone.”
“You’re lucky you’re not wearing orange juice on your shirt.”
Damien reached for my wrist and gripped it with an ironclad hold. “One more word of contempt and those balls are buzzing again. Fancy another multiple? This time I won’t let you retreat to the house.”
“Let me go or I’ll scream.”
We stood there together, him glaring and me with my chin raised in defiance.
