Page 61 of Unmasking Her Shadow

“How am I supposed to get off this thing without everyone seeing?”

“I parked in the back corner for a reason.”

She unhooks the straps and helps me off with the dildo remaining inside me.

“Look at the mess you made,” she praises, swiping her finger through the evidence of her torture.

I should be embarrassed, but all I want to do is kiss her the moment she takes off her helmet. She lifts my chin with her finger and presses a ghost of a kiss to my lips as she reaches underneath my dress and pulls out the cum-covered toy.

“Such a dirty little slut,” she growls in my ear, and I want to drop to my knees and beg for her to fuck me right here for all to see. She holds the toy between us, admiring how dirty a slut I really am.

“Get on your knees,” she demands, and I search her face for any sign that she is joking. “Did I make that seem as if you had a choice? Get. On. Your. Knees.”

My knees hit the ground a little too hard, and I wince when tiny pebbles and uneven pavement digs into my bare skin.

She holds the base of the dildo, the tip jutting towards my face, glistening with my arousal. “Stick out your tongue.” The commanding tone of her voice makes it difficult for my red flag loving body to disobey.

I’ve tasted myself before, many times, but never like this. Never this much. She glides the silicone, still warm from being inside me, over my tongue and turns on the vibrator. I grab her thighs to steady myself when all I want to do is crash to the ground. She uses the opportunity to thrust forward, shoving the toy in farther until I gag…. and moan? Oh great. Another fucked-up thing my demon pussy enjoys.

I hum around the dildo and hump air, chasing a climax I know isn’t coming. She knows my body. Knows the precise moment to turn off the vibrator to leave me wanting. I fall forward onto the palms of my hands and suck in ragged breaths while she hides the toy somewhere on her bike. She must have a secret compartment. I can’t go inside like this. I’m going to look like a crack whore searching for their next hit. I’m sweaty, going insane, I’m sure my eyes are dilated, and now I have dirt on my knees.

“Babe,” I whine as she helps me to my feet and kisses it all better, licking my arousal off my lips and tongue.

“Fuck, you taste good. Be a good girl and stay quiet while we are in here, alright? I don’t want anyone knowing my girl is dripping down her thighs for me to clean up later.”

She snakes her arm around my lower back, guiding me to our seats at the same table as before, making sure everyone is aware she came here with me. Like she’s proud that I’m hers. It makes me feel loved. Before we get too close to the table, she stakes her claim. Her lips are always so soft. My legs are already a wobbly mess, and she keeps kissing me like she loves me, and it’s turning me into an even bigger puddle on the floor.

“Baby, I really need you to fuck me,” I whimper in her ear, and she sends a single jolt to my clit, and I yelp.

“Shh.” She takes my hand and guides me to the table. When she pulls my chair out for me, she winks. This is going to be a long night.

I’m in the middle of her and Ryker again. I think it’s because he’s the only one she is okay with me being near. In the middle of ordering my food, I have to clamp my lips together. Another jolt. Oh, this is embarrassing. When I’m squeezing a lemon into my water, she blasts me with a longer one, and I clench the lemon in my fist, squirting it all over the place. I snap my gaze toward her, and she has her fist at her mouth, laughing. The only good thing about all of this is that the vibrator is almost silent. So everyone is just going to think I’m fucking insane instead of getting toyed with.

The third one steals the air from my lungs, and I not only grab her thigh, I grab Ryker’s too, attempting to stop my body from elevating. When it stops, I let out a shaky breath, and a tear trickles from the corner of my eye. Ryker wipes it away and grins.

“Let me hold it,” he says to Kioni, reaching his hand out.

“Absolutely not,” I whisper-shout and smack his hand away.

“Babe, I need to go to the bathroom,” I tell Kioni as quietly as I can.

“If you come back out here without it on, I will make you wear it all fucking night and never once let you come,” she threatens.

I nod and scoot my chair back, smoothing my dress down and walk to the bathroom. Fuck that. I’m not wearing this longer than I ha-have to. Oh, no. I cross my legs and grab a chair to keep me upright. “S-sorry,” I stutter, apologizing to the man sitting in the said chair. When I can stand upright again, I glare at her, and she has her lips pinched together. Ryker has his face buried in his hands, laughing. I glance around the table, but they are all too busy eating or with their own conversations to pay any mind to the madness.

I fill my lungs to capacity and exhale slowly, beginning my trek to the ladies’ room again. I make it into a stall and slap my hand over my mouth, a partial scream still slipping through. My knees buckle and I grab the large toilet paper holder to stop myself from falling to the disgusting bathroom floor. My body trembles, and a small voice comes from the stall next to me.

“Miss. Are you okay?” someone asks.

“Y-yes. Just c-cramps.”

She’s going to let me come this time. Stars burst behind my vision, and then I’m falling to my knees, breathless and beyond sexually frustrated. A bead of sweat drips into my eye, and I’m too weak to wipe it away.

“Are you sure you’re okay, ma’am?” the same lady questions again, probably spotting my legs under the stall door.

“Yes,” I hiss. “I’m okay, I just slipped.”

“Okay,” she mumbles and finally leaves me in peace.