Page 53 of Pink Poison

Crossing my legs, I attempt to ignore the building heat simmering low in my stomach. “Sensory deprivation makes her rather sensitive,” Creedexplains softly. “I’ve had her waiting here for about an hour now. Every sound, scent, and touch wound her all the more tighter for this moment.”

The question falls from my lips without warning, “You had her waiting?”

A deep laugh rumbles from the man next to me, raising the hairs on my arms. “Of course I did. Why would I pay for such luxury and not utilize it when the urge strikes?”

Each word from his mouth slowly reaches my ears, morphing from cocky to something headier, stoking the heat that's creeping through my body. The shadowy figure steps from the darkness, removing his darkened cloak as he moves around the woman. His muscles flex with each calculated step, like he’s attempting to confuse the woman of his whereabouts. Her legs tremble continuously as his hands leave no part of her untouched. Everything about this feels heightened, yet tame given who owns the damn place.

“Is this it?” My tongue tingles, temporarily distracting me as I try not to slur my words. “Is this what does it for you?”

“Foreplayis everything,” he chides. The sound of rustling fabric pulls my eyes away from the scene in time to see Creed remove his suit jacket. As if he were a seasoned professional in this scenario, he folds the fabric neatly before placing it on the nightstand where our drinks previously sat.

I snort an unlady-like laugh, turning my attention back to the scene. I can’t explain why I’m so intrigued by it, but it’s the better alternative. Staring at Creed Hill feels a lot like an offering, and I’m not offering him a damn thing. "I think our versions of foreplay are very different."

“I would say you’re right,” he huffs a laugh, “but I think you’re enjoying this more than you want to admit. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your legs clenching together or those irresistible, pointed buds peaking through your dress.” Frowning, I look down at my chest and see exactly what he’s talking about. My body is reacting despite my efforts to conceal any sign of arousal.I know I’m not the hardest person to please on the planet, but this is a new level, even for me.Why am I turned on?“Don’t worry,” Creed whispers, brushing my hair behind my ear as he sits beside me. “Therealshow will begin now. Let’s enjoy it, shall we?”

My heart kicks against my ribcage as I bring my eyes back to the glass wall. Any confusion about my state of arousal changes as I watch the man who teased the bound woman lift her leg with ease before driving his engorged length into her from behind. Our view of the display is completely unobscured as the man kicks her other leg further away—testing her flexibility to the point thatIache in more ways than one. His hips piston forward ruthlessly, pushing her body just for her to collapse back into him. Her arms shake above her head continuously as her head writhes from side to side. Time seems to slow with each thrust, dragging this show out a hell of a lot longer than I would have imagined. My mouth falls open as the man suddenly drops his submissive’s leg and rips away the clamps from her nipples. I don’t know what I expected her reaction to be, but a steady flow of fluid dripping from between her legs wasn’t it.

“What do you see?” Creed breathes against my ear, eliciting a pulse of desire through my core. He slides behind me and the gentle brush of his legs around my body sends a rush of heat through my veins that I can’t explain.

I moan. Ifuckingmoan before it even registers in my head that I shouldn’twantto moan as the woman shakes against the bindings that are holding her up when another orgasm tears through her. “I see the woman…”

“What about the woman, angel?” he groans, sliding his warm, calloused palms inside of the cups of my dress, gently kneading each breast.

My lips part as another moan works its way from my mouth. I don’t know why his touch feels so good or why I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life…and I don’t care.Why don't I care?“She’s being t-tortured with p-pleasure,” I pant.

He pinches my sensitive buds with a deep rasp, “Does that sound like something you would enjoy?”

“Oh God,” I choke out. “I-I think s-so.”

“Now, tell me what you want.”

What do I want?Flashes of Max’s hands on my body filter through my mind. It’s him taunting me and his hateful stare that I feel burning through me—setting my entire world on fire. I know that I shouldwantto deny it, but my brain is…foggy. I try to reach for a thought, anything that will anchor me to reality, but his name slurs from my tongue before I can stop it, “M-Max.”

“Maxwell,” Creed drawls. “Did he make you feel that good, or was it knowing how wrong it was to have yourstepbrotherfinger fucking your pretty little cunt?”

His sharp words bring another throb of desire through me. It’s almost enough to convince me to fall into the fog, but a wave of clarity threatens to bowl me over.How does he know that Max is my stepbrother?“How—”

“Shhh,” he hushes. “Let’s not worry about that right now.” His hands pull the front of my dress over my breasts, exposing me completely. “I want you to play with these pert nipples and pretend that you’re doing it for yourbrother.”

I don’t like that he called Max my brother, but I nod.At least, I think I do.Moving my hands slowly, I cup as much of each breast as I can, letting the tingling sensation run through my veins. I gently graze my fingers over my pebbled buds until arousal coats the inside of my thong.

The bed dips subtly from behind me, leaving me to hold myself steady. “Fuck,” I hiss as my eyes flutter shut.

“Open your legs for me.”

A warmth spreads over my thighs as they open with zero resistance. Cool air nips at my arousal-coated panties before a heated air replaces it, stimulating another wave of arousal.

It feels good.Too good.

Something is wrong.

I pant as my heart races. “W-What are you doing?”

Creed's hot tongue prods again the material between my legs before he speaks. “I’m going to give you what you want.” Weightlessness takes over in my mind, sending my body falling backward into the bed.I want this, right?“Will you be a good slut for me?” he rasps as he slides his fingers through my arousal.

“Mhm,” I mumble.

“Oh, angel,” he groans, and it sounds like he's in pain. “Is this all for him?”

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