Page 42 of Raine
“Take off your jeans, sit on the lid of the toilet, and spread your legs for me. Show Daddy what you were doing with those fingers of yours before I interrupted.”
I do as he says, feeling naughty for being caught, but oh, so fucking hot at the same time.What is wrong with me?
I spread my legs, and his eyes follow the movement, a forest fire burning brightly in his dark hues when he looks back up at me.
“So fucking beautiful, baby. You have such a pretty pussy, and look how soaked you are.”
I whimper, my cunt clenching around nothing, and I feel needier than a sinner at confession. Drawing his full bottom lip into his mouth, he crosses his arms over his chest, his jacket tightening over his muscles.
“Does it hurt, darlin’?
I nod again, realizing I’m doing a lot of fucking nodding, but I just can’t find the words. My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton as I stare up at this dark and handsome stranger I only met an hour ago.
“Show me how you make the ache go away. Play with your pretty little pussy, baby.”
Swallowing, I move my fingers down and start circling my clit, the touch like electricity with the way he’s watching me. I bring my other hand around and dip two, then three fingers inside of me. He growls, and I moan at the gravelly sound leaving his lips.
My hips start thrusting into my hand, my digits working faster and harder around my hard clit. I’m seconds away from falling over the edge, whimpers, and moans leaving my mouth when there is a loud bang on the door.
My eyes flare wide, and he narrows his and turns to the door and yells. “Fuck off. Find another bathroom.”
When he turns back to me, his eyes have softened. “Keep going, baby; you’re doing so well. Daddy wants to see how you make your kitty sing.”
I have this strong desire to please him, to give him anything and everything so I can hear him praise me, to hear him call me a good girl. So I do what any sexually and emotionally starved woman would do: I fuck myself with my fingers until my pussy clamps down on them and I’m crying out my release, shuddering from the aftershocks.
I’m breathing hard, and my body is still shaking when he kneels down in front of me. He lifts my chin with his index finger, looking into my eyes.
“Such a good girl. Give Daddy your fingers; I need to clean up the mess you made on them.”
Humiliation and embarrassment turn me inside out, and I’m not at all surprised to feel the heady feeling of lust fogging my fucking brain.
Withdrawing my hand, I wince when I hear the sloppiness of my climax.
“Don’t do that, Raine. Watching you pleasure yourself was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed in my forty-one years on this earth. Now give me your fingers, baby.”
I do as he says, my breath hitching when he wraps his lips around my fingers, the warmth enveloping them as he swirls his tongue around them.
I’m so fucking turned on that I’m ready to throw caution to the wind and fuck this man against the toilet wall.
“Mmm,” he moans, releasing my fingers with a pop. “So fucking sweet, like I knew you would be.”
Gabe stands up, and I follow his movement, my eyes dipping to his crotch to see the impressive imprint of his hard dick.
“Raine!”
“Fuck!” I hiss.
The trance Gabe had me in pops, and I jump up off the toilet, ripping my pants up and buttoning them as the door smashes open and Acheron’s eyes find mine.
It’s like staring into the face of death. He is fucking livid.
“What the fuck is he doing in here?” He demands, and I manage to find my voice.
“Does it matter?”
“Uh, yeah, yeah, it does, Raine.”
Acheron glowers at Gabe, and he shrugs, leaning toward me and planting a soft kiss on the top of my head.
