Page 36 of Pay the Piper

“Have you ever gotten yourself off?”

I nod.

“I know this is a lot, sweet girl, but I need you to use your words.”

“Yes, I’ve gotten myself off.”

“With your hand or with a toy?”

“Both.”

“And your preference?”

“I…I don’t remember…” I whisper. My response is embarrassing but true. I don’t remember what pleasure even feels like at this point, but every nerve ending in my body is dying to experience it right now.

“We’re about to change that, starting with your hand.” Misha takes my hand, kissing my knuckles, then guides it between my thighs.

My hand shakes in his as he leads it higher, breaching the hem of my dress, and by the time I’ve reached the lace of my thong, I’m trembling. It’s only a light brush, but even through the fabric, it lights my core on fire. A chill spreads through my body, and Misha chuckles, running his hand over the pebbled skin on my arm.

“This is going to be more fun than I thought. If you’re this responsive to your own touch with the barrier of your panties…I’m going to have you coming completely undone.” He pushes my fingers against the lace above my clit with more pressure.

The fabric pulls roughly against me as Misha guides my touch in circles. The mix of pain and pleasure is overwhelming, and I’m on the verge of my release in no time. Just as I’m about to fall over the edge, he stops, and I slouch in disappointment. It’s been years since I’ve been able to orgasm, and I was right there.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know you were so close.” He dips my hand under my thong, this time lower. “But this will feel so much better. Trust me.”

I can’t recall ever being this wet. I’m much less sensitive at my opening, but feeling my arousal does something to me. Misha dips one of my fingers inside and presses, forcing me to tease the sweet spot I’ve heard women talk about but never experienced.

“We’ll play with that later, baby.” He pulls at my hand, groaning at the lewd sound my wetness makes as my finger pops free, then guides it back to my bare clit. “For now, I want you to use what your body’s giving you and rub that pretty clit of yours until you’re shaking.”

He guides me in circles like before, but with increased pressure and speed, then removes his hand from mine. I wish he didn’t. It’s his touch I want, not my own. But I’m too close. I’m so close that I don’t even care how silly I must look as he watches. My eyes are closed, but I hear his approval. That’s it, baby. You’re falling apart so beautifully for me. My perfect girl. My gorgeous girl. Come for me, Abby. You can do it, darling…come for me.”

I do. Everything turns bright white as my orgasm hits me in waves. It’s been so long since I’ve experienced one, but it’s never felt like this. Like I’ve finally reached heaven. And when I open my eyes to see Misha’s face, I know I’ve met my god.

Chapter 16

“Oh, sweetheart. Look at how you fall apart so beautifully for me. My gorgeous girl.”

And fuck, if she isn’t truly the most spectacular sight I’ve ever seen. When she blushes for me after I flirt or tease, it’s a gentle bloom of heat, adorning her skin like the evidence of an afternoon in the sun. When she comes for me, though…

She’s a vision, chest heaving and flushed, wrecked but not satiated. The embarrassment from earlier is long gone, and I couldn’t be prouder of how brave she is. Abby deserves to be worshipped and taken care of, and I’m the perfect man to give her what she needs, but she has to own her pleasure herself first. She moves to wipe her fingers on her dress, and I crowd her to make sure she doesn’t have the chance.

“Tsk tsk. You worked so hard for this, darling. It can’t go to waste. Have you ever tasted yourself?”

The soft shake of her head confirms my suspicions. There’s no way this perfect woman doesn’t taste sublime. I’m going to drink her straight from the source, but she’ll understand a bit more why I’m so feral for her if she knows how delicious she is.

“Mmm. You’re missing out, lesnaya. Will you taste yourself? For me?”

Everything is a question for her today. I can suggest things, gather her options, tell her options for things she’s never thought of…but everything is her call. Guiding her slickened fingers to her mouth, she hesitates for just a moment before popping her middle finger between her lips and sucking. God. I should have realized this would be just as torturous as watching her rub her little clit and get herself off.

“That’s a good girl,” I purr. “Try another finger. Make sure you get it all. How do you think you taste?”

Her blush returns, but my wink pulls a huffed laugh as she answers.

“I don’t think I taste like much, honestly. Maybe a little salty? Not like peaches, or honey, or anything the books say.”

Abby’s sass returns in full force as a chuckle escapes me. I’m glad she doesn’t take offense, instead half-heartedly punching my bicep and rolling her eyes.

“Excuse me, Mr. Sexpert. I’m just telling you what I’ve read!”