Page 62 of Eternal

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I jolt awake at the feeling of his hand slapping my ass.

“Finally. Fuck.” He runs a hand through his hair, standing to redress. “Get dressed. We land in 30 minutes. Here, put these on.” He tosses a pair of heavier panties in my direction.

“Why do you want me to wear these?” I ask, holding them up with one finger. I arch an eyebrow in his direction.

Soren smirks, buttoning his shirt back up. “Because I said so. Now put them on.”

I stand, slip off the panties I was wearing, and throw them in his direction. Soren’s hand flies out to catch the discarded pair, his eyes locked on me as he pockets them.

“You’re such a perv.” I laugh at him and slip on the new pair he so kindly asked me to wear.

He shrugs at me, “Only when it comes to you.” He picks up a remote on the nightstand, holding it between his two fingers. “Behave tonight, and you will be rewarded. If not, then, well. You’ll see. The only rule is, don’t come.” He shoots me a wink and smirks, putting the small remote into his dress pants pocket before leaving the bedroom for the main cabin.

Soren and I pull into my parent’s driveway when there’s a click in his pocket, and a sudden vibration assaults my sensitive clit. I nearly jump out of my skin when the vibration starts. The driver looks back at us in the rearview mirror, catching Soren’s cutthroat, cold gaze, and focuses back on the road. I grip his arm, knuckles turning white. Then, it stops just as it begins. I’m fucked. I won’t be able to follow his one rule. I’ll do my best, but it’s almost impossible with high vibrations ripping through me. I feel my cheeks grow hot, and I let out a soft pant. The only rule was to not come, but he didn’t say anything about being discreet.

The driver puts the car in park and opens my door. Serena is waiting on the porch, more than likely for me, as she glares at cousins passing by. She spots the car and runs to me as I exit the vehicle. She hugs me with all her might. We giggle uncontrollably as Serena sways us back and forth before pulling away and examining me.

“I love this dress, Freya.”

“Thank you, Soren gave it to me for tonight.” I blush, looking over at him through my lashes. It’s a simple short black dress with long sleeves.

Soren stands stoic and shows no emotion while watching Serena and I interact. He moves to shake my father’s hand, and my mother pulls him into a hug. Every time she hugs him, he turns as stiff as a board before quickly retreating and clinging to me. The grip on my hand tightens as her hug becomes as tight as a boa constrictor. I can’t tell if his discomfort comes from another woman touching him or if it’s just because it’s my mother touching him.

“I’m so happy you were both able to come to join us for Frank’s birthday. Please, let’s all go inside.” My mother releases Soren and gestures for us to enter the house.

Soren grabs my waist, pulling me to him as we enter. It looks the same as it did at our wedding, but it’s not covered in flowers anymore. People bustle around, laughing, drinking, and smiling. Luca and Laura approach us, and as Luca reaches his hand out for mine, thatoh so fuckingtingling vibration begins again.

My face twists up, fighting to keep my face as emotionless as possible as my legs start to tremble. Soren holds me closer to his side and leans down to whisper into my ear.

“Be a good girl.”

I clutch onto his blazer after his father shakes my hand. The group walks off, joining everyone else partying, leaving just Soren and me.

“Please. S--Stop. I--I’m gonna--” I plead with him, my thighs clenching together as I try to keep my shit together.

Soren smirks, looking down at me, practically having to hold me up as my whole body starts to tremble. He shows me some mercy and switches it off again just as I am about to come. My face must be beet red at this point, and I gasp for breath, trying to regain my surroundings. He places a kiss on the top of my head.

“Let’s join everyone else for the party. Wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone that we didn’t socialize, hm?” He keeps a firm hand on my waist, with the other in his pants pocket.

We head straight for the bar, and Soren orders for us as Serena approaches.

“So, how is married life treating you two? Finally fucking again?” Serena is a little tipsy at this point and already gives no fucks when she’s sober, let alone drunk.

I turn to face her, my back against the bar. I flush at her question, recalling our conversation a couple of weeks ago. I should remember to not tell her when I’m getting railed to help prevent incidents like this.

“Serena! That is not appropriate to ask,” I shout at her, “But yes, we are.” I lean in and whisper, giggling. “I think Abe is looking for you.” I point in the direction Abe is standing, who is beaconing her from across the room.

“Excuse me. I have some business to attend to.” She giggles, strutting toward him.

He leans closer, pressing a kiss to my hairline. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him as heat flares in my stomach. We are still pressed up against the bar, leaning against it as we face the room. His left hand on my waist snakes its way to the hem of my dress. He lifts it and plunges his fingers into my dripping core, and with his right, there’s another click. The vibrator buzzes back to life, and his fingers move in and out of me.

I grip his blazer like my life depends on it. “Are you trying to make me come, so you have to punish me?” I say through grit teeth.

I start sweating, doing my absolute best to get my shit together. Why is this so fucking erotic? I’m staring at my family, suppressing an orgasm, and somehow that thrill is even hotter to me than anything else. A wave starts to crash through me, and I hitch my breath. My orgasm is starting to build, and then Soren removes his fingers, switching the vibrator off. My clit throbs as the orgasm pulls away.

He smoothes out my dress, trying to hold face that he did not just have his fingers in me. Soren lifts those fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean like he just had a delicious meal.

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