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Each stroke is another one of my defenses broken down until I’m sucking in air just to stay afloat. “Oh god . . .” I shudder.
“I know I said you could pretend I’m someone else, but don’t be scared to say who’s really making you feel this good.” His words are strained, his tone more clipped than usual but still light and taunting. His fingers slip back down and curl inside me. “It’s not god’s fingers you’re about to come on, and it sure as hell isn’t god who’s gonna lick them clean.” My cheeks flame.
He rolls the heel of his palm against my clit, and I rock into it, meeting him. “Don’t be shy, use me for what I’m good for,” he encourages like a devil on my shoulder. “Go ahead, take what you’ve been so desperate for all night.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I recognize what he’s doing. He’s forcing me to acknowledge this isn’t another drunken mistake. Admit that I want this. But I’m too far gone, too close to the edge to care. I give in, grinding harder into him. Each tilt of my pelvis has his fingers shifting against my G-spot, tension twisting and igniting.
On the stage, the man comes with a possessive growl that fills the depths of the room. Juliette hangs limp and used as he pulls out with a wince. His cold and mechanical affect all night makes me think he’s just going to put himself away and walk off. Instead, he removes the vibrator and tenderly picks her up.
Placing her in the chair, he kneels before her. After taking off the belt, he spreads her legs, his head dipping between them. Her hands are still tied but she reaches down and tugs off his mask. I can only see his dark-brown hair, cut short and mussed from the mask. There was something mystifying about his anonymity, but revealing his identity is daring in its own way.
“One more, doll. I want one more,” the man says, and Juliette shakes her head.
“I can’t,” she breathes.
“You can’t or you won’t? Because if you can’t, I will make you. If you won’t, that’s all you need to say.” He gently strokes the inside of her thigh and despite his rough actions earlier, I can tell the decision is hers. She answers by confidently placing one long leg over either armrest.
“Alright, doll, one more time then, on my tongue while my cum drips out of you.” The filthy words sink like hot lead in my stomach.
I watch the power and euphoria in her expression as her head lulls back. I climb higher and higher with her.
“Fuck, Lochlan.” I gasp as brilliant light erupts behind my eyes. He freezes when I moan his name. Only briefly.
Perhaps I imagined it. Because then he’s back to working his fingers expertly inside of me, making my skin burn and toes curl. “Careful saying my name like that, réalta. A man could become addicted to hearing it.”
“Oh, fuck—” I shudder, my legs shaking as the smoothest yet strongest orgasm I’ve ever had quakes through me. Lochlan withdraws his fingers and swirls them around my pulsing clit, keeping the waves of tension and release rolling.
When he withdraws his hand, I am in a blissful haze.
I glance his way and meet his burning embers of eyes as he does just what he promised: licks his fingers clean.
1. Play “Who Do You Want” by Ex Habit
Chapter 9
The Moon and the Tide
Lochlan
The next morning, a catamaran waits for us by the dock, the skipper bustling around the deck, readying the ropes and sails. 1
“Do you have an idea of where you want to go?” I ask Stella. Libidine is hosting a masquerade party tonight, and Stella wanted to go into town to buy a dress appropriate for the occasion.
“I scheduled fittings at a few shops,” she says casually. Everything is so goddamn casual. Like the way she came so fucking sweetly for me last night was all in my head.
I don’t know why I thought today would be different, but she’s acting like last night never happened. Just like she did after her birthday. At least then, I knew to expect it. But if she wants to play it that way, then game on.
I can be unaffected, indifferent until the next time she comes crawling to me for release.
I nod along. “Cool, a driver should meet us at the marina.”
“He will. I called this morning to confirm.”
“Of course, you did.” I hold out my arm out when we reach the end of the dock. “Ladies first.”
The captain welcomes us as we board and introduces us to a few other guests who are also coming to port. One of whom is Juliette.
Stella stutters to a halt when she sees her. She quickly regains her composure and gives an enthusiastic hello. She goes to join Juliette on the cushioned bench, and I grab the proffered blood orange mimosa from the steward. Stella glances my way, making my hand grip the fragile flute tightly.
