Page 110 of Fawn

He releases me. I might collapse were Gideon not holding my arms. Like he senses the weakness of my legs, he snakes one arm around my waist, anchoring me to him.

Nox’s eyes bore into me, daring me to defy him.

I don’t, tugging my skirt up in a rush. My thoughts are a jumble, my nipples painfully hard, and my clit throbbing in anticipation of him putting his hand on me… anywhere again.

His eyes narrow as his gaze sweeps down me, taking in my hot, flushed cheeks, my nipples poking against my dress and finally resting on the apex of my thighs.

“Open yourself,” he says.

I blink rapidly, nostrils flaring as I assimilate what he said… what I think he means for me to do.

“Put your fingers on your pussy,” he continues, perhaps taking pity on me. “Part those pretty pussy lips so I can see exactly how wet and needy you are.”

I can’t get enough air. I can feel Gideon’s firm body pressed against me behind, letting me feel his hard cock. My breath is nothing but a stutter as I slip my fingers between my thighs. And, still holding my skirt high, I carefully part myself.

“Hmm,” Nox says, the sound very much approving as he rubs his chin with his thumb and stares at what I have exposed. “Good. Nice and wet. Dripping. What a perfect, filthy little doe, hmm.”

I whimper.

His amused smirk fades, and something dark and carnal takes its place. “On your knees.”

Gideon releases me. I drop instantly, panting, shivering with need. His fingers are gentle against my hair. Whimpering, I press into his touch.

“So beautiful,” he says, stroking my hair. “Ready to serve. Ready for whatever I might choose.”

“Please,” I beg. I feel like a form of madness grips me.

“Please, what?”

“Please let me tend you. Touch you.”

His fingers continue their light caress. “You want to suck my cock, little doe? Is that what you’re asking for?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“And you think that might persuade me to return the favor? To touch your slick, filthy cunt? To get you off how a naughty little doe needs.”

“Please!”

“Maybe.” His tone is implacable. His light caress never alters, and it’s driving me crazy. “Are you worthy of my cock? Are you worthy of not only touching but tasting?”

“Please, I am.”

He releases me abruptly.

A sob escapes my lips.

“Hush,” he says, bestowing me another gentle stroke down my cheek. “I will allow you to tend me so long as your naughty fingers do not stray to your wet pussy. Your pleasure belongs to me, understood.”

I nod eagerly. I would agree to anything at this point.

His expression turns calculating.

He takes a seat on the couch, leaning casually back.

I shuffle forward until he holds up a hand. “Not like that. Crawl to me.”

The butterflies in my belly become frenzied. I don’t even care that Gideon is standing right behind me watching me—seeing me like this. Dropping my hands to the floor, I crawl to Nox, aware of my lowly place, of wanting to please him, of the sharp pattern of my breathing.

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