Page 36 of Lords of Misrule
“You’re not sending him photos of you.”
“You heard him. Heard how his whole tone changed when I told him I would. You want him to stay interested, don’t you? Feed him crumbs, right?”
“I want him to keep his hands and eyes off my things.”
“I don’t have a choice here, Rowan. I have to give him something.”
“You’re right. You do.” The side of his mouth draws up in a smirk and his eyes rake over me. “Take those diner clothes off.” I open my mouth to protest but his thumb slides over my lips. “For once in your fucking life, just do what I’m asking without opening that smart little mouth of yours. You’ll like the reward.”
I flash him a defiant look, but I set my phone down and start discarding my clothes until I’m down to my underwear. I glance at myself in the mirror. I look rough. My makeup looks like I’ve worn it all shift. My hair’s starting to tumble out of the bun I put it up in this morning. The underwear I have on is more functional than sexy, a soft gray cotton set that’s comfortable on days like today when I’m running around like crazy covered in grease, pop, and milkshake spatter. Definitely nothing the professor’s going to find attractive. That was another thing he always got me along with the wine and chocolate. Everything tight and lacy and barely there. He balked the first few times I stayed over and wanted to sleep in regular PJs and only allowed it if I dressed up for him first.
“I need to change if I’m going to take photos. He’s picky about lingerie and he’ll hate this. Probably should do lipstick too.” I move to head to the closet, but Rowan catches my wrist and pulls me back toward him, pinning me between him and the counter. His eyes rake over me in the mirror.
“Fuck him,” he whispers against my ear. “I like you like this. I want you exactly like this.” His lips are at my throat.
“Rowan…” It’s half-protest and half-request for more.
His hand slips under my bra and his palm grazes over my nipple.
“You’re right, Duchess. We gotta give him something. I know the perfect fucking thing.” His free hand slips down to my phone where it’s still unlocked, and he opens the sound recording app there. I give him a questioning look in return. He answers by slipping his hand under the elastic of my panties, the pads of his fingers gently sliding over my clit. “Just like the night in the closet. Only when you’re all wet, soaking these panties and gasping over how good it feels, you’re going to hit record.”
“Rowan… that’s not going to work.”
“Not if you say my name like that. I know how much you like it but this once, Duchess, you can’t. It’s a challenge but I think you can handle it.”
“Canyouhandle being quiet while we’re recording?” I goad him in return.
“Knowing how deep I’m going to bury myself in this cunt after? Yeah. I’m good.”
His pace picks up, and he alternates between teasing the edges of my clit between his spread fingers and giving me more direct friction. I lean back, my eyes closing for half a moment at how good it feels before I reopen them. His gray eyes burn into me, watching every breath and movement I make. Reading me like he’s taking notes for future opportunities, but he stays quiet like he promised.
He's still in his towel, and I reach for the edge of it, lifting my eyes to meet his. He smirks, and I tug the edge, letting it drop to the floor. He nods to my bra, and I reach back to unhook it, letting it slip off into the pile we’re creating at our feet. His lips pull up on one side in appreciation, and I can’t help the answering smirk on my part. One he seems to both hate and like as his fingers dip inside and his thumb strokes over my clit.
I bite my tongue, but a moan slips out anyway. He’s already gotten me to the edge, little sparks of pleasure blooming and ebbing as he alternates his motions, and I can feel how wet I’m getting by how easily his fingers glide over me.
“Turn around and put the phone on the counter right in front of you. I want him to hear everything. The way you moan. How wet I make you.”
I follow his instructions, my finger hovering over the record button.
“Now,” he demands, and I press it.
A moment later he intensifies the pressure and rhythm he has on my clit, and I’m bracing my hands on the counter, breathing heavily as I listen to the sound of his fingers slipping over me. I drag my panties down further over my hips, so he has better access. While he keeps his promise and doesn’t say a word, the deep breath he takes is a reward of its own.
He pulls me closer, pressing his cock against my ass as he takes on a punishing pace with his fingers. I watch the flex of his forearm, and I can’t help the next moan that comes out, followed by a gasp as my orgasm starts to hit hard. I reach back, grabbing his cock and stroking it to the same rhythm he’s using on my clit. Desperate to break him like he’s breaking me right now. But he doesn’t stop and doesn’t make a single sound—not while my vision goes blurry and I shut my eyes, not while I gasp and whimper, and not while I moan loudly through the last wave of it. But when I open my eyes again his fingers slip out of me, and he presses the stop button on the recording.
I’m still catching my breath when he sends it to Colin and then reopens it again, hitting play. It’s quiet at first and then he turns up the volume until the sounds of it echo against the tile in the room.
“Bend over and spread your legs, Duchess. I wanna hear you come again to the sound of me getting you off. I want it in fucking stereo.”
My cheeks heat when I hear the sounds of him finger fucking me on my own phone, but I bend like he asks, and he slides inside me. And like I haven’t had enough already, he wraps his hand around my hair and pulls, bringing his lips to my ear.
“And this time you’re gonna listen to every fucking sound I make.”
He fucks me hard and rough, and I have to brace myself more than once before he pulls me back up again and takes me harder on the next round.
“Listen to you. How desperate you are when I touch you. How hard you fucking come. So fucking greedy for anything I give you.”
“Fuck…” I gasp because I can feel the edge of another orgasm, and I’m desperate to chase it. I slip my fingers over my clit, and he smirks at the state he’s put me in.
