Page 34 of House of Malice
“With Alatar watching?” Demitria asked, her voice low. Galliermo recognized that tone. His girl was horny.
The auction started, with the auctioneer taking their place on the dais at the front. Galliermo nipped at Demitria’s earlobe. “Part of the fun, don’t you think?”
Demitria’s breathing was shallow, and she swallowed hard.
Galliermo chuckled, enjoying the sweet scent of her perfume lingering on her skin. “Why don’t you open your legs for me, princess?”
At first, Demitria sat as she had before, ignoring Galliermo’s ask. Just when Galliermo thought that she wasn’t going to play with him, she shifted in her seat and uncrossed her legs.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered to her and then kissed her on the cheek.
Slowly, Galliermo’s hand slid higher and higher up her naked thigh, until it disappeared under the white lace. He sat straighter in his chair, his eyes focused on the auctioneer at the front.
When his fingers brushed past her most sensitive spot, the only reaction from Demitria was a sharp inhale. Galliermo smiled to himself, beyond satisfied and aroused.
This is so much fun.
Taking his time, Galliermo explored the spot between her thighs, sliding his fingers up and down her slick warmth. When he started drawing circles over her clit, Demitria pressed her legs together, trapping his hand in place.
“What’s the matter, princess?” Galliermo asked, willing his voice to sound nonchalant despite the storm raging inside him that made his whole body tremble. “You don’t like the way I touch you?”
Demitria shook her head, pressing her lips together. Galliermo continued moving his thumb, rubbing that sensitive spot just the way he knew drove Demitria crazy.
“Lost your ability to speak, huh?” Galliermo chuckled. “Usually when I do this, you’re very…vocal.”
Alatar clicked his tongue, and Galliermo glanced over to him. His best friend adjusted himself, cursing under his breath.
“You good there?” Galliermo asked, amused.
He didn’t stop touching Demitria, and he was very aware of how ragged her breathing was now. Galliermo slipped one of his fingers inside her, and she bit her lower lip, sitting up straighter in her chair.
“You two fucking around makes my dick hard, man,” Alatar said. “It’s been too long since I enjoyed a good public show that’s so…decent? I don’t even know the right word for it.”
“Decent?” Galliermo arched an eyebrow.
“You know what I mean,” Alatar said, jerking his chin at Demitria, who sat between them. “She’s so innocent and so modest with her pleasure… When was the last time you saw a witch be like that?”
Galliermo looked at Demitria and her flushed cheeks, her sky-blue eyes glazed with pleasure. How hard she tried to suppress any sounds from escaping those pretty lips.
She trembled, and Galliermo slipped another finger inside.
“She’s so pretty like that, don’t you think?” Galliermo asked. “Trying to hide from everyone just how drenched her pussy is right now.”
Alatar groaned as if he were in pain. “I might come in my pants.”
Galliermo planted a gentle kiss on Demitria’s cheek and smiled at Alatar. “My girl right here will come for sure. Won’t you, princess?” Demitria shook her head, but from the way she rolled her hips, Galliermo was certain she would anytime. “Now, now. Be a good girl for me.”
A few more moments, and Demitria’s breath hitched, her body going tense. And then she started trembling and quietly gasping for air as her orgasm washed over her.
“Oh, she’s so sweet to watch,” Alatar said, his voice hoarse.
Galliermo pumped his fingers in and out of her a few more times and then pulled them out to lick them clean. “She’s sweet to taste as well.” Galliermo smirked.
Demitria blinked at him, still lost from the intensity of her pleasure.
“Ten thousand garders from the mysterious buyer, I hear.” The auctioneer mentioning their House drew Galliermo’s attention to the dais. “Going once, going twice…sold!”
“Well, I guess we have our masterpiece,” Alatar said, smiling wide.
