Page 79 of Tall, Royal Hater
Chapter 19
Mariyah
Esmeralda wasn’t the only one who’d packed a sex toy in her suitcase.
Admittedly, I didn’t have a dozen. I’d only thrown in my rabbit vibrator, not really sure I was going to have the time or desire to use it, but thankfully, I’d charged it anyway.
Because I had suddenly discovered an important use for it.Revenge.
The celebration ended sometime before midnight, but honestly, between aching with unfulfilled need and stewing in my humiliation, I couldn’t remember the last hour and a halfof it. I had tried to distract myself around Pierre, Candy, and Esmeralda, but I’d said and done little while being so hyperaware of Shehryar’s presence and hating myself for it.
I remembered brushing off Esmeralda’s question if I was okay when she pointed out I looked flushed, and Candy had clearly picked up something had happened. He hadn’t asked me to elaborate the details, but he had winked at me and said, “Bring him to his knees, Mariyah.”
That was the plan.
It was why after everyone left or dispersed to their rooms, I snuck towards Shehryar’s room opposite mine, body washed of sweat, wearing nothing but a T-shirt, with my purple toy, a small bottle of lube, and the black boy shorts I’d been wearing in my hands.
The idiot hadn’t bothered locking his door, which made my task easier. I opened it a little at first.
Inside, the light was on, but it appeared empty. The sound of the shower trickled out from the bathroom door. I smiled to myself and walked right in, closing it silently behind me.
His room was like mine mostly, but where I had a vanity, he had a desk and chest of drawers. His bedframe had six intricate rungs carved into the wooden headboard in three sets of pairs; mine had rungs but in a different style. And where I had two windows on the wall opposite the door, he only had one to the left of his bed, draped in heavy, red curtains with a gold railing at the top.
I sauntered to his bed and climbed onto the rose-red silk duvet, crawling to the middle. It was cool and teased against my warm, buzzing skin. I pulled in a deep breath as I rolled onto my back, filling my lungs with the clean, floral scent of sheets and a hint of something citrus and earthy.It smelt of him.That both irritated me immensely and made my core start humming with hollow need again.
“Fuck you, dickhead,” I whispered as I spread my legs, eyes on the bathroom door.
The T-shirt rode to the very top of my thighs, allowing cool air to stroke across my bare sex, but I didn’t touch myself there immediately. Leaning on my elbows, I cupped my breasts instead and massaged them gently. My nipples naturally weren’t very sensitive, but they poked hard and puckered against the worn fabric of my T-shirt, so I gave them slight tugs anyway.
I wasn’t sure how long I had until Shehryar came out, but that was the whole point.
I wanted him to walk out and see me pleasuring myself, bringing myself to an orgasm on his bed, so I allowed a minute of slow caressing and imagining.
I wound myself with images of him naked in the shower, thinking about me. Of him on his knees with his hands bound and his dick hard. Of phantom fingers caressing me. Only when a long sigh slipped between my lips did I tug my T-shirt up to my silver belly button piercing and dipped two fingers down to my pussy, teasing and spreading my wetness over my clit.
Sucking off the salty, tart taste of myself from my fingers, I leaned on one elbow to lube up my vibrator. A faint buzzing noise echoed around as the toy came to life with the press of a button.
I laid flat on my back, pulling my knees up and wide, as I brought the toy to my entrance. I traced the bulbous head between my pussy lips, once, twice, three times. Scrunching the silk sheets in one fist, I pushed it in slowly. All the way.
I moaned and stretched and sighed and writhed as I pumped and held and arched into the vibrator, pleasuring and teasing myself without a care. The long, smooth toy hummed inside me, whispering against every sweet spot, while the bunny ears squirmed against my clit. And maybe it was the knowledge I’d beseen any moment soon or that I was fucking myself on the bed of the man I hated, but I found myself driving to the edge quickly.
Lost in my haze, I didn’t hear the water turn off. But I heard the bathroom door open.
It was loud and definite in my head. A no-turning-back moment.
My heart jolted in my rib cage in wicked excitement, and my stomach contracted as the thrill spun my pleasure higher and higher.
I heard the faint shuffle of feet on the carpet, the slight rustle of a towel rubbing against something.
Then nothing. Nothing but my own pants and moans growing louder.
I didn’t look at him. I kept my eyes on the ceiling as blood rushed to my head and the muscles down my legs tightened. I couldn’t keep my toes on the duvet, and they lifted off, my knees tucking up close to my chest. I spread my thighs as wide as possible and ground the toy into my pussy.
I was so close. So fucking close. And he was there.Watching me.
“Fuck, yes,” I moaned, a faint smile curling onto my lips. “Yes, yes, yes.”
The second I felt the first tug of my orgasm, my free hand flew up and gripped onto the corner of one pillow, thrusting my chest up in the air.
