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“Punishment, remember?” I smirk, and Emma groans loudly.
“This is awful.”
“Oh sweetie, it’s not over yet.” It takes me fifteen seconds to locate the small bullet vibrator I brought with me, and it slides easily into her soaked pussy. I turn it on and her body arches slightly off the couch.
“You brought toys with you?” Emma gasps, winding her hands into her dress now that she can’t reach my hair.
“What can I say?” I chuckle lightly, kissing her bare knee. “I was really hoping you would say yes.”
Patting her thigh, I slide from the couch and Emma moans. She presses both hands between her legs and whimpers.
“It’s not strong enough,” she complains, then she turns her sharp eyes onto me. “You’re an asshole.”
“That’s the delight of a punishment,” I remind her, then I smile innocently. “Smells like dinner is ready.”
“Fuck you,” Emma groans, and her head falls back onto the couch. “Damn it.”
19
EMMA
Out of all the things that crossed my mind when Finn mentioned a punishment, this never even made an appearance. I expected something along the lines of spanking. This is much, much worse.
The lack of contact from him was, surprisingly, enough to bring me back from the brink of orgasm. It left me with an ache between my legs that I was certain I could manage since the toy was vibrating so low that it wasn’t that stimulating.
Or so I thought.
Sitting at the dinner table was a challenge. Three sets of eyes keep glancing at me to check on my condition since Finn announced very loudly that I was being lightly punished for not being upfront about fucking other people. I know it was only in jest, a reason to start this game, and I am here for it.
Stubbornness keeps a smile on my face as Caspian serves the pasta dish he cooked up. It smells amazing, much better than the ready meal I’d planned for myself earlier that day. My stomach growls so I stab a full forkful and eat it quickly, moaning slightly at the taste.
“Good?” Caspian asks, sitting next to me with his own plate. Asher uncaps a couple of beers while Finn pours me a glass of white wine.
I nod quickly, taking three more bites before I answer. “So good. I can’t remember the last time I had a cooked meal that tasted so good. Maybe it’s the company.”
“How so?” Asher asks after a drink.
“Well, my mother cooks but the tension when I eat dinner with them just sours everything I put in my mouth.” Another mouthful and the creamy, tangy sauce coats my tongue. It’s so good, I never want to stop eating.
“Family dinners are the worst,” Asher agrees, and we begin to eat. The meal is quiet and easy with small talk darting around. They discuss the cabin and how nice it is, how beautiful the mountain is, and how surprisingly warm it is. All the while, they sneak me looks to check on how I’m doing. I keep a smile on my face and eat like everything is normal.
But I’m burning up on the inside. Being denied my orgasm was bad enough, but the constant featherlight stimulation from the toy inside me is just enough to keep the pleasurable ache on the edges of my mind. I want to wriggle in my seat to try and see if I can get a stronger touch from the toy, but I’m not ready to give Finn the satisfaction yet.
He watches me with dark eyes, scarcely moving his attention from me, and that in itself is hot. I eat slowly, pacing myself the best I can. My pussy throbs, a constant pulsing sensation that I can’t reach. I want to touch myself. To stroke my fingers through my pussy, caress my body and tweak my nipples. Anything sharp enough to drive me quickly to the edge I was denied.
Suddenly, the toy ramps up to a thousand and I scream, slamming my hands on the table. The rapid onslaught of vibrations sends my pleasure skyrocketing and I forget that we’re at dinner. Pressing my thighs firmly together, I rock down onto the chair, moaning without care. I’m so close again, so close to climax that nothing else matters.
I barely hear the noises of approval or the soft laughter from the others. All that matters is pleasure and I’m so close, so fucking close to?—
As suddenly as it started, the vibrations fall so low that I can barely even feel them anymore. My pussy tingles all over with phantom sensation and despite how I focus my mind on my orgasm, it fades away once again.
Keeping my palms flat on the table, I lift my gaze to Finn’s adorably smug face. “You’re an asshole.”
“At dinner, Emma? Really?” Finn tsks softly behind his teeth and stabs his last few pieces of pasta onto his fork. “How rude.”
I narrow my eyes to a glare, then eye the small pink remote in his hand.
“Don’t be cruel,” Asher pipes up, then he holds out his hand to me. “Come on, let me take care of you.”
