Page 9 of His to Unwrap
“Yes!”
“Put a finger inside. Let me see.”
“Oh, god.”
I’ve never let it get this far. I’ve seen her naked, had her dance for me, instructed her to touch herself under her panties, but I’ve never demanded she spread her legs and let me watch her finger herself. There should be a million alarm bells going off in my head.
But I can’t fucking stop. I need to see this like I need the oxygen in my lungs. I can worry about what a mistake it was tomorrow.
“Another finger. Harder now, baby.” She whines and Itsk. “This is your fantasy, isn’t it? A man who would kidnap you and lock you up naked in a dark room would be much rougher. Show me, now.”
She thrusts her two fingers inside and I growl. “Again. Don’t stop.”
“Please, I can’t?—”
“Your other finger back on your clit,” I demand. “Don’t stop rubbing.”
Her voice is thin and reedy, like she’s right on the edge. “Oh, god, I don’t think I can?—”
“You’ll do as you’re told.”
“Yes, sir.”
I bring a fist to my mouth and bite my knuckles to keep from roaring in triumph. I want to hear her call me by that title every day.
“Please.” She’s writhing all over the chair now, desperately chasing her climax. I want so badly to draw it out, to make her suffer. But our time is coming to an end, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get to see her finish.
“Are you picturing it?” I ask, my voice so raspy I wonder if she’ll be able to understand. “How it would feel, to be at his mercy? To know he’s in control?”
“Yes! Oh, I’m going to?—”
“Come for me, angel. Let me see you fall apart.”
She does, and holy fuck is it glorious. Her entire body goes rigid, arching up off the chair, her fingers never stopping their movements. And her face…good god, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than the sight of her face while she finds her pleasure.
“Roman,” she moans as her entire body starts to shake. “Oh, god,Roman.”
Euphoria explodes in my chest. She’s coming for me. Not some unknown stranger. Not the wicked man of her dark fantasy. She’s coming forme, and she knows it.
But the joy and pride dissipate almost as quickly as it hit, as if I’m being doused in cold water. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to watch. Be a voiceless, faceless audience she could perform for. I wasn’t supposed to…I shouldn’t have…
Guilt twists in my stomach, even as my dick aches at the sight of her collapsed back in the chair, her body languid from her release, the sweetest little smile of satisfaction on her face.I did that for her, the idiot caveman in my brain asserts.Me.
But I shouldn’t have. I know that. And I can’t let it happen again.
A bell dings, the sound cutting through the tirade of self-recriminations flooding by brain. Noelle doesn’t give any indication of having heard it, her eyes closed as she smiles, clearly still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.
Time’s up.
Without another word to the beautiful girl on the other side of the glass, I get up and leave the darkened room.
ROMAN
Six nights.Six. That’s how long I managed to hold out.
After the disaster in the private booth—also known as the best goddamn half hour of my life—I promised myself I was going to stay away from the club. Maybe distance would help me get some perspective, calm down this raging need in my blood.
Besides, I wanted to give her the chance to work her shifts and enjoy her free time here without being reminded of my completely inappropriate behavior. Me staying away would be good for both of us.
