Page 99 of Gilded in Blood

I nod again. “Just… getting used to it.”

He slides my panties back up and gives my ass a firm smack. I jerk, gasping at the way the plug shifts inside me.

He pulls out his phone. “I’m going to test it.”

He taps something on the screen, and I feel a low, gentle buzz start between my legs. I gasp, mouth falling open, eyes wide.

“Oh my God.”

A grin spreads across his face. “There it is.”

He increases the intensity slightly. I cry out, grabbing his arm. “Stop!”

He gradually decreases it, smiling. “You might feel it buzzing from time to time. That’ll be me.”

I laugh, still a little breathless. “Don’t you dare try it while I’m on stage.”

He smirks. “I promise I won’t ruin the moment for you.”

We finish getting ready, and as we head out to school, I can already feel the plug buzz inside me.

Even though I was nervous, I managed to get through my presentation effortlessly. Probably because I knew Kirill was out there in the audience, rooting for me.

His presence gave me a strange kind of confidence. By the time I finish, the room breaks into applause.

Relief washes over me. After answering a few questions from my lecturers, I receive my grade. I passed. With distinction.

A few hours later, everyone gathers for the department’s cocktail reception.

I’m standing with my lecturer and a few classmates, chatting about the presentation and future projects, when I feel a vibration between my legs.

I press my thighs together, trying to keep my face neutral as I nod along to what my professor is saying. The pleasure builds fast, making my cheeks flush and my breath come a little shorter.

My professor notices. “Are you okay, Milana? You look a little flushed.”

I force a smile. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Just… I just need to splash some water on my face. Excuse me.”

I see Kirill across the room, watching me with that knowing smirk. He jerks his head in the direction of the bathroom and I follow.

I walk as fast as I can without drawing attention, the plug buzzing relentlessly inside me. I’m so going to kill him.

I’m just passing the male bathroom when the door opens and a strong hand grabs my wrist, pulling me inside. I shriek, but it dies in my throat when I see it’s him. He shuts the door behind us, locking it.

“You,” I hiss, but the words die as he taps something on his phone and the vibration intensifies.

My legs nearly give out. I grab onto his shoulders, or maybe his biceps, I’m not even sure, holding on for dear life as the orgasm crashes through me. I come hard, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loudly, my whole body shaking against him.

When the vibrations finally slow and stop, I open my eyes, breathing hard. He’s looking down at me with a satisfied smirk.

“You look so beautiful when you come,” he murmurs.

I smack his shoulder. “I’m so going to kill you. You promised you wouldn’t ruin my presentation.”

“I didn’t,” he says, still smirking. “You did great.”

“I almost embarrassed myself in front of my lecturers and colleagues!”

He shrugs. “Well, you didn’t. That wasn’t my fault. You’re just so responsive.”