Page 58 of His Turn

“You’re a sick bitch,” I whisper into her neck.

But she says nothing back. She knows.

“You can have the blindfold as soon as you come for me. And then I’ll let them touch you, Nadia. You will have many hands between your legs tonight. You will orgasm for all of them, if they tell you to.” I push two fingers inside her and say, “Open your legs wider. Let it happen. Be here, Nadia. You’ve already agreed to play along, so you might as well be here.”

Her legs part, just a little. Just enough for me to push my fingers all the way inside her. I wiggle them and she moans.

“That’s a good girl,” I say, using my other hand to pet her hair. “You’re a very good girl.”

I use my thumb to strum her clit. Soft, slow circles as I continue to pump my fingers inside her.

“Do you like it?” I ask, my own breathing becoming heavy now. “And don’t lie to me.”

She hesitates. Maybe just enjoying the way I feel. Or maybe trying her best to resist and coming to the conclusion that she can’t. “Yes,” she eventually murmurs, eyes still closed.

“Then come for me,” I say. “Right now, in front of everyone. Come for me.”

She wiggles against the pressure of my fingers. Playing along like the good slut she is. My hand applies more pressure. My mouth finds her neck and I breathe into her ear, whispering, “Come, Nadia. Come for me,” as I continue to stimulate her. “Everyone is watching. Waiting for you to give in.” Her eyes are hopeless now. Tightly shut. Enjoying me. This. Them.

“If you’re very good,” I say. “I’ll fuck you tonight. I’ll fuck you in private. After everything is over. I’ll take you upstairs and put you on top of me. Slide my cock deep inside you. And Jordan will join in. He’ll put his face between your legs as I fuck you. He’ll lick your clit when I make you come on my dick. He’ll—”

Her body seizes up, stiffening with the coming of her climax. Her moans spill out with the wetness on my fingers. She clamps down on me, her orgasm releasing on my command.

I laugh a little as I watch the other men around us. Their zippers open, cocks in hand. Pumping hard and furious for our little show.

“I hate you,” Nadia whispers. But her eyes are still closed. Her body soft against mine. Her breathing slowing.

“I don’t care,” I whisper back. “I’m in love with your surrender.”