Page 95 of Monster's Edge

“Your pussy looks wet, Rose,” he tells me. “Finger yourself.”

Quick to obey, I slide a finger inside of myself and start pulsing it in and out of my pussy. Yeah, I’m really happy to do this. I’mmorethan happy to do this. My cunt clenches around my finger tightly, excitedly. I wish it was his dick inside of me, though.

A finger is a sad replacement for the real thing, but Ian doesn’t seem concerned with my inner-turmoil.

“Another,” he tells me.

So, I slide another finger into my body. Once more, I pulse in and out. I tease my pussy, shoving my fingers in and out faster and faster. I’m getting wetter and wetter, and nothing seems to matter except watching him. He’s stroking his cock in time with my fingers, I realize. When I slow down, he slows down. When I speed up, he follows suit.

Soon, I’m about to come.

The orgasm inside of me is bubbling, threatening to explode, but I look to Ian for permission. He’s nothing if not demanding. He’s going to want me to ask him. Maybe he’ll even want me to beg him.

“Please,” I whisper. “I’m close.”

He says nothing. He just keeps touching himself, watching me.

I try again. Iknowhe can hear me, but perhaps he wants me to beg a little bit more.

“Please, Mr. Salucci.” I’m not going to make the mistake of thinking he’ll let me call him Ian to his face just because we’re married. “Please, I want to come. I’m so close.”

“Why should I let you?”

“I’ve been a good girl for you,” I tell him. “And I’ll keep being a good girl.”

“Are you going to be good tonight at the party?”

I nod. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything he wants. I’ll talk to anybody, I’ll schmooze. I’ll make the rounds and make Ian look damn good. I’ll do whatever he wants me to.

I just...

I need to come.

“Yes, I’ll be good!”

“If you’re naughty, Rose, I’ll take you down to the dungeon. I’ll leave the door open so everyone can hear your cries.”

I don’t even care. For some reason, the idea of people overhearing Ian fucking me makes me even more excited. I love the idea that someone might overhear us. What would theythink? Would they like the idea of his dick sliding into me? Of him hitting me and torturing me?

Maybe someone would even sneak down to the dungeon to watch us. Nowthatwould be really, really hot. I know that the people Ian works with tend to be complete freaks. If they weren’t, they wouldn’t be in the mafia, after all, but until this moment, I haven’t really thought about showing off in that way, of being an exhibitionist.

“Yes, Mr. Salucci. I understand.”

I’m fingering myself still. I want to slide my hands over my breasts, but I’m worried about messing up my dress, so I don’t. Instead, my fingers fuck my pussy while my opposite hand clenches the seat beside me.

IneedIan to let me come.

I’m going to die without it.

“Come here, Rose.”

With that, I practically leap across the little aisle until I’m in front of Ian. Clumsily, I climb onto his lap. My dress isn’t the biggest wedding dress in the world, but it’s poofy enough that we have to maneuver a little bit until I feel his cock nudging at my entrance.

“Tell me you’ll be good.”

“I’ll be good.”

“Tell me you’ll do anything I say.”

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