Page 130 of Marry Lies
I’m properly fucking myself with the dildo now, working the tip against the button inside of me as my other hand comes to my clit.
“Look at that pretty, pink bud. I want to suck and nibble that little clit for the rest of my life, Estelle,” he rasps. “Fuck, I’m getting close.”
“M–me too,” I stutter.
My abdominal muscles contract as my toes curl. Lifting one leg a bit higher, it shifts the dildo just enough to make me cry out, to make my hips jerk off the bed.
“Miles,” I gasp.
“Come for me. Give me a show.”
“Oh, God,” I cry. “I–I’m going to—”
The next swipe of my finger against my clit makes my body slowly start to convulse, and my pussy clamps onto the dildo in electrifying waves.
“Fuck yes,” he mutters. “Look at that glistening cunt. Keep going. Push yourself over the edge, butterfly. I need to see it.”
His words cause me to let out a low, keening moan as the pressure builds up, causing me to remove the dildo and flail around on the bed as a second, more powerful orgasm sweeps through me.
“Yes,” he grits out. “Fuck, I’m coming so hard—”
I’m still gasping for air when I see his cock press against the glass for me to see. When I see the way his cum streaks against the glass, rope after thick rope, dripping heavily.
A few seconds later, I hear him audibly zip himself back into his trousers, the heavy breathing mixing with my panting breaths.
“Get dressed and meet me outside,” he says gruffly, and then I hear the clacking of his shoes.
I sit up, feeling somewhat alarmed. That’s it? After I had this room rewired for the speakers, after the whole dildo performance…and he just walks out?
I quickly get dressed on shaky legs, wondering if it was somehow not enough for him—if maybe I did something wrong.
If maybe I said something wrong.
I have to clean myself up with a towel, and then I step into my pink heels and walk out of the room, trying to calm my nerves. I don’t think I said anything that would piss him off…or maybe he freaked out because we’ve been gone so long? As I push the door to the back garden open, the cold, November air makes my skin pebble. I wrap my arms around myself and look around, adjusting to the darkness.
Did he want to meet me here? Or did he mean outside in the castle, as inoutsidethe cellar? I look to my left and right but it’s so dark that the only things I can see are the sliding glass door to the castle kitchen on my left. Just as I take a step away from the door, I see Miles push the sliding door open and then closed behind him, marching to where I’m standing, shivering in the cold darkness. Goosebumps break out on my skin as I watch him walk with purpose to where I’m standing. He looks…agitated. Or…something else I haven’t ever seen on his face.
Possessed. Galvanized.Provoked.
As he gets closer, I open my mouth to ask him what’s wrong, but before I can, he presses me against the side of the castle, pinning me against the stone as his face comes within an inch of mine. He’s still breathing heavily, and I can feel his erratic heartbeat against my chest.
“You,” is all he says, almost angry.
And then he kisses me, groaning as our lips meet. The kiss tells me everything I need to know.
I did everything right.
My mouth parts to let his tongue in. His hands come to my thighs, and he rucks my dress up quickly.
Hear the click of his belt coming undone.
Taste the whiskey on his tongue as it explores my mouth.
I moan as he drags my dress up over my hips. My hands come to his neck, and I’m pleased to feel how damp he is with sweat, and the thought of working himself into a frenzy down in the cellarbecause of memakes me moan again.
“Miles,” I whimper, tugging him closer. “What are you—”
“What is it, butterfly? Did you think I was done with you?”
