Page 67 of Ruse
“What the fuck?” I blurt out but he quickly shushes me, reaching over to place a finger against my lips.
“I said no questions Nyx, which means no objections either. Just listen and do as you're told.” I roll my eyes at his authoritative attitude, which I know is almost impossible since I have my eyes closed, but I swear I do it. The way he’s ordering me around is vexing yet is also turning me on. Maverick grunts irked by my disobedience and difficult attitude. “Quit rolling your eyes and suck.”
Slow and steady, I lift my fingers to my mouth and part my lips, doing as he’s ordered, wetting the tips of my fingers all the way to the top of my knuckles. I hear him clear his throat and groan aloud, the daunting sound sending a rush of something foreign to my already aching pussy.
“Good girl.”
There he goes again, praising me and speaking to me in a way no one has ever spoken to me. It’s exhilarating and exactly what I want to hear.
“Now spread your legs. Spread your legs for me as far as you can.”
Halting my movements, my fingers still resting on my lips, I realize where this is going. “Oh, you’re fucking insane if you think this is happening,” I utter nervously, my voice a mixture between a laugh and a needy plea. I shake my head indignantly. This is not happening. No freaking way.
“This is exactly what’s going to happen. Now do as you’re fucking told! You asked me to distract you, did you not? Well babe, this is the only way I know how.”
In a moment of weakness or utter stupidity, completely aroused and equally intimidated by his hostile tone, I spread my legs apart. Inch by inch, slow and purposeful, my leather skirt, which barely reaches mid-thigh, rides higher up my thighs before it confines me, preventing me from spreading them any further.
“Why’d you stop?” he demands, but it's the desperation in his voice that has me smirking at him. A rush of something foreign washes through me. Power? Purpose? Pleasure from his possessiveness?
That’s right asshole, beg for it.
My smirk widens, “That’s as far as they go. This outfit isn’t the best for this little scene you want to play out. If I’d have known…”
A deep growl leaves his lips, a growl so terrifying it has me jumping in my seat. My playful smirk widens when I know I’ve irked him. Oh, he’s turned on, rock hard and is irritated that it’s taking me this long to give him what he wants to see - my hands rubbing over my pussy as he watches.
I should be ashamed, horrified by the slightest inclination to go through with this but on the contrary, I feel empowered. It’s a sort of power rush knowing that this simple action has him so incredibly wound up, that I turn him on. Our attraction to each other has always been obvious, and maybe he’s right. There is no point in fighting the inevitable. Because he was right the other night. This is so going to happen.
“Quit playing and lift your skirt,” he demands, no trace of humor heard in his tone of voice. “I want it bunched up around your waist. I want to see the trim of the sexy little thong you're wearing. What color is it today baby? Red? Pink? Blue?”
“Black,” I whisper, obeying his command. Feeling bolder than I was a moment ago, I lift off the seat for a slight second, lifting my skirt up just as he’s demanded, and take it one step further. Anticipating his next request, my finger grip the waistband of my black cotton thong, and I tug, slipping it down my legs before flicking it into the air toward him. At least I hope it’s toward him. But my eyes are closed, and I have no idea where it’s landed.
He groans, “My wicked Little Nyx.”
I smile wide at his endearing pet name and the wordmyagain.His. I’m his. “That was going to be your next command, was it not?”
“Yes, but I wanted it in my hand. Now some lucky bastard down below is going to enjoy what was supposed to be mine.” Panic builds inside me at the thought I just threw my panties out of the cart and down into the crowd.
My eyes flash open but I don’t find what I’m expecting to see. Instead, I find Maverick smirking at me, a wickedly delicious and devious grin across his lips as he stares at me with lustful eyes leaning back against the cart, clenching my black thong in between his teeth.
It surely is a sight to see.
“You bastard!” I shout, but I can’t hide my smile tugging up at the sides of my mouth.
“Now, now. Let’s not forget who’s calling the shots here.”
Now that my eyes are open and I’m once again aware of where we are, fear tries to creep its way back inside of me. I nod my head urging him on. “Keep going.” The faster we get this over with, the better. It is about a twenty-minute ride on the Ferris wheel, but something tells me that isn’t enough time for what he has planned. Nor for what is going to happen.
“Spread them for me, baby. Bring your wet fingers down to your lips and coat them in your arousal. Slide them back and forth through these luscious lips of yours. I want to hear your wetness, I want to see the ecstasy in your eyes as you shove them deep inside of your tight little cunt, imagining they’re my fingers you’re tightening around.”
A loud moan leaves me as I do exactly as I’m told. I spread my legs as far as I can, giving him a full front and center view of my pussy, flushed, swollen, and already throbbing with need. My fingers find my wetness, and I slip them back and forth along my lips, my thumb pressing into my clit as I buck forward.
“Maverick please, I need you to…” my words die on my lips as another moan slips out of me. “Oh god.”
“Keep going, baby. Slip them inside one by one, shove those pretty little fingers inside that gorgeous pussy.”
“Yes,” I cry out, thrusting one finger inside, followed by another and within no time I’m fucking myself, picturing it’s Maverick who’s getting me off.
“No! K keep your eyes open. Keep them on me. God, you’re fucking beautiful baby.”
