Page 99 of Brutal Sin

She licked her lips, overheating, hyperventilating.

Everyone watched them, their fascination rushing through her. There was no condemnation from the group, only awe and enjoyment. Every single person had pinpoint focus on her gratification.

He slid a finger under her garter and pulled tight to release it with asnap.

“Ouch,” she hissed.

“Now, that right there is a blindingly brilliant display of something I’ve done wrong. And I’m not talking about the verbal cue. Yes, she also flinched, which is another obvious sign, but if she was shy and tried to suppress her reactions, we’d still be able to rely on the rigidity of her posture and the way she tilted her legsaway.”

“She pulled back into the mattress, too,” a woman offered.

“Exactly.” Bryan slid his finger along her garter, soothing the sting beneath. “Even if she did gasp or whimper or moan, her body is pulling away. This is when you check your ego at the door and acknowledge your partner didn’t enjoy what you dishedout.”

Pamela froze, not realizing the signals she was sending. Her cheeks tingled. Her chest and belly, too.

“Now,” he continued, “once you fuck up, you need to make amends. Mistakes are common. All you need to do is work them to your advantage.”

He added another finger to the soothing slide along her garter. Gradually, those searching digits skimmed higher and higher, gliding inward to the sensitive spot where her inner thigh met the crotch of her panties. She jolted, overwrought with twirling knots inside her pussy.

“All better?” he teased.

“You’re a horrible man.” She glared, earning herself another laugh from the crowd.

His touch delved under the elastic and hovered in place, not advancing to his prize. Back and forth he rubbed right beneath her panty line, turning the erogenous zone into an orgasm trigger set to detonate. He was going to make her come without penetration.

Again.

“I want to keep hearing observations. Call them out. Tell me what you see, because from my point of view, she’s a kaleidoscope of signals.”

She whimpered and sank her teeth into her lowerlip.

He was there. Right there. Less than an inch from her pulsing pussy. Yet, he seemed a mile away. The confidence in his focus told her the height of her bliss would come when he allowedit.

“Her back arched,” a man called.

“She thrust her breasts.”

“Her eyes rolled.”

Breathing became difficult as overlapping observations filled theroom.

“She’s panting.”

“Clutching the sheet.”

“She keeps swallowing.”

Bryan encroached, those fingertips nudging closer and closer until finally he slid through her arousal, the smooth glide exquisite. Almost perfection. Just not quite enough.

She needed a little more. The slightest penetration. A swipe across herclit.

“Her hips are lifted towardyou.”

“She’s shaking.”

“She closed hereyes.”

Oh,God.

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