Page 45 of Scarred Heir
“Don’t make me say it again.” I nodded at Camila to finish the task as I set my glass on the cart. “My patience has run dry.”
Sable looked at the floor as Camila shimmied the dress down her slender frame. Camila swiped Sable’s hair to the side, revealing her breasts to me. She stood before me in a tiny pair of unremarkable, black panties. They were probably from a drugstore pack of three.
She deserved to have everything a woman who accompanied me should have, including designer panties that I would rip from her whenever I wanted to fuck her.
“Come here.” I extended my hand. “Maybe you’ll be more agreeable without the expensive dress on your body to complain about.”
She didn’t take my hand, which infuriated me, but she did come toward me.
I cupped the side of her face in my hand and brushed my mouth along hers. A soft breath escaped her lips, tempting me to kiss her, but I fought the primal urge to connect with her in such an intimate manner. I had other business to deal with first.
I turned her away from me and clasped her wrists in my hands on either side of her hips.
“We’re going to have an exercise in control,” I whispered into her ear. “Camila is going to help.”
Sable tensed when Camila came closer to us and waited for my instruction. I had seen the eagerness in Camila’s eyes before. She got off on pleasing me. We were never together as a couple, but she did enjoy joining in when I asked her.
I released one of Sable’s wrists and trailed my hand upher stomach and to her breasts. As I circled her nipple with my fingertip, I lowered my lips to her ear.
“I don’t care for resistance.” I twirled my fingers around her nipple. “Especially when I’ve been nothing but generous.”
“Can we do this in private?” she asked.
“And abandon the lesson?”
I glanced at Camila and then down at Sable’s breasts. She obeyed the silent demand and smiled at me before kissing Sable’s neck.
“Milo?” Sable whispered. “I don’t… Can we…”
When Camila licked Sable’s pert nipple, Sable froze. I gripped Sable’s neck and forced her to look at me as Camila feasted on her breasts.
“Eyes on me,” I said as I moved my other hand across her stomach and inside her panties. “I’ll never push you further than I think you can handle. Can you trust me?”
“I want to but…”
Her eyes widened when I pushed my fingers inside her, being careful not to hurt her after last night’s encounter. I had to keep in mind that her body was delicate and not used to sex.
“I want you to be more receptive when it comes to my demands.” I spread her apart with my fingers, stroking her clit with my thumb. “I need to know that you will do what I ask, so that I can keep you safe and fulfill all of your desires.”
She clenched around my fingers, maintaining eye contact with me as best she could. Occasionally, she glanced at Camila, the anxiety prominent on her striking face.
“Camila,” I said. “On your knees.”
Camila swirled her tongue around Sable’s nipple beforedropping to her knees in front of us, gazing up at me and licking her lips.
My silent partner’s ferocious appetite for sex was second only to her desire to please me whenever she could. Her agreeable nature had plenty to do with the fact that I gave her total control of the boutique.
“She belongs to me,” I said. “But I’ll let you have a taste.”
Sable tensed when I withdrew my fingers and extended them toward Camila. I kept my thumb inside her, stroking her as Camila leaned forward and sucked my wet fingers, humming around them.
“Focus on me and what I’m doing to you.” I took Sable’s throat in my other hand and jerked her head against my chest, guiding her to stare into my gaze. “Relax.”
I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her slowly as I pushed my fingers inside her again. When Camila’s warm breath ghosted my hand, Sable’s muscles tightened, but she maintained eye contact with me.
“Camila,” I said. “Leave us.”
“But I want to stay,” she whined. “I’ll teach her what you like.”
