Page 16 of Indulge
Her voice is small, almost afraid.
I let out a low laugh, never taking my eyes off him. He’s lounged in that chair, broad shoulders tense, jaw ticking like he’s already fighting himself.
“No,” I say smoothly. “Carry on.”
I tuck her hair behind her ear. I have no idea what her name is or who she is. But she had been flirting with me for hours. I couldn’t turn down the offer. Not when I’m about to be shackled to a man.
The last couple of years, I’ve slept with more women than I have men. Mainly for pleasure reasons. Because I can be myself without judgment and feel great.
I’ve haven’t had a proper relationship after my ex boyfriend shattered everything. I only know sex. And that’s all it is.
She hesitates for half a heartbeat, then sinks to her knees between my thighs. Her tongue drags up my aching pussy, and I gasp, arching into her mouth while my gaze stays locked on him.
His eyes darken. Good.
The blonde grips my hips, spreading me wider, plunging her fingers deeper as her tongue works circles around my clit. My nails dig into the chair, my breath coming fast. But I don’t look away. Every moan I let slip, every tremor that racks through me, I make sure he knows it’s for him.
“Fuck…” I whimper, rolling my hips into the blonde’s face, feeling the wet heat of her mouth, the sharp sting of her teeth when she gets bold enough to nip me.
I lick my lips and give him a grin. “Enjoying the show?”
His knuckles tighten on his lap, the muscle in his jaw pulsing, but he doesn’t answer.
The blonde moans against me, desperate now, and it sends sparks shooting down my spine. My thighs clamp around her head as she sucks harder, her tongue flicking relentlessly.
My body’s on fire, pleasure coiling so tight it’s about to snap, and I hold his stare the entire time. My orgasm rips through me with a cry, shuddering, unashamed, my back arching as I grind down on the girl’s face.
I don’t close my eyes. I don’t let him look away.
If he came here to take me, then let him fucking see what he’s up against.
My climax leaves me trembling, but I thread my fingers through her hair and tug her back, forcing her to look up at me, her lips glistening.
“Bed. Now,” I command.
She stumbles up, dazed, and I guide her backward, pressing her onto the mattress.
My dress is still bunched around my hips as I crawl after her, every move designed for the man in the chair.
I settle between the blonde’s thighs, push her skirt up, and drag my nails along the inside of her thighs until she whimpers. I glance up at him and smile.
“Watch closely, Irish. I’m very, very good at this.”
Then I lower my mouth.
The girl cries out, back arching as I lick into her sensually, savoring the taste of her. I suck hard, teasing her clit before plunging my tongue back inside, fingers gripping her hips to hold her still.
Her moans fill the room, and I drink them in, never breaking eye contact with him. Every flick of my tongue, every sound I pull from her. It’s for him.
My pleasure comes in watching his control fray. And knowing he can report this back to his boss.
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Jesus Christ.
She’s on her knees between another woman’s thighs, and I’m the one who can’t breathe. Her dark hair falling over her shoulders, her lips slick and shining as she devours the girl like she was born for it.
