Page 36 of Deadmen's Queen

“Keep eating, Paige,” I reminded her.

I left my hand there a few minutes, before starting to inch up her smooth skin, dipping between her thighs.

“Open your legs for me, little whore,” I whispered.

She did, immediately parting them wide under the table.

“Oh, I like it when you do as you’re told, Paige,” I said, trailing my fingers down and brushing them over her lips. She gasped and I smiled.

“Already wet, just at the thought of what I’m going to do? You are such a dirty little bitch, aren’t you?”

She bit her lip and looked away from me, her cheeks turning a vivid shade of pink.

“Yes, sir.” The words were like a dart of desire to my cock.

In a low voice, just loud enough for her to hear, I continued my assault, “You're going to have to get used to being wet all the time, Paige. From now on, every time you see me or hear my voice, you're going to remember how it feels to have my fingers inside you and you'll want it so badly that it will be all you can think about.”

Her knife and fork clattered onto her plate as she gasped, a shudder rippling through her body as I pushed a finger inside her. I smirked, pushing deeper. She shifted in her seat, gasping as I slid a second finger inside her.

“Quiet now,” I warned, my voice barely a whisper, “Can't let anyone hear.”

She nodded, biting down on her lip, and I chuckled to myself. Oh, the things I was going to do with this girl. Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and she squirmed in her seat, trying to push herself closer to my hand. I smiled at her desperation.

“Patience is a virtue, love,” I murmured. She whimpered and looked at me with pleading eyes. I leaned closer to her, my hand still moving between her legs. “Eat your food, Paige.”

I moved my fingers agonizingly slow inside her. The ragged gasps she was unable to suppress were music to my ears. Each one fed the predatory instinct circling within me, urging me to play with her more.

“Please... Bast,” she whispered.

“What's that, darling?” I feigned ignorance, keeping my eyes on the plate of food in front of me while my hand continued its torment between her trembling thighs. “I can't hear you.”

She went silent for a moment before biting out a frustrated curse. It seemed she had gathered up all her courage before she opened her mouth to respond.

“I need... I- I need...” She stuttered, unable to voice out her desire clearly.

With an amused smirk, I leaned closer and whispered into her ear. “Need what, Paige? You have to tell me.”

She whimpered again, her brows furrowing deeply as my fingers increased their pace. She was close, so damn close and the anticipation was intoxicating. Here in this restaurant surrounded by strangers, Paige was teetering on the edge of pleasure only because of me.

“I need you... ,” she finally managed through gritted teeth as a shudder wracked through her body.

“That's my good girl,” I said. She was panting now, her meal now forgotten as she dug her nails into her thighs. The need in her eyes was intoxicating. It was such a turn on to see her like this, desperate for me, for the pleasure only I could give her.

She stifled a moan and I smiled at her struggle. The pink in her cheeks deepened, her eyes growing glassy as she struggled to keep herself together. So innocent yet so brazen under the table. I leaned in closer to her, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered.

“You're doing so well, darling,” I murmured, my fingers slipping deeper inside of her. “Just a little bit longer.” The scent of her arousal filled the air between us, making me harder with each passing second. “Are you ready?”

She nodded, biting down hard on her lip as I increased my pace, all while murmuring words meant to push her over the edge. Her hand shot out and gripped mine hard enough to hurt as she tried to muffle the sounds that threatened to burst from her lips.

“You’re so fucking wet, Paige,” I said, into her ear, my thumb circling her clit. “I love that this gets you off, knowing we could be seen. But then, you like being watched too, don’t you? You get so wet at the club when you know all eyes are on you, when they can see my fingers pushing into your pussy…”

She moaned, and I captured her mouth quickly with mine to muffle the sound.

“Such a dirty little whore, with such a wet pussy. Your body wants this,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the atmospheric clamour of the restaurant around us. “And you’re going to come for me right here...and soon everyone will know exactly what a slut you are for me.”

Her grip on my hand tightened at the sound of my words and she finally managed to whimper an answer. “Yes...yes, Bast.”

This simple sentence sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine and I felt myself harden further at the thought of what was about to transpire.

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