Page 92 of Bound By Words

I laughed, knowing that Talia was trying to gauge how much she could say. Being discreet was easy for her, but it was hard to predict what she’d say to get a reaction out of people if she was comfortable with you. I texted her back quickly, making sure she read the message before they arrived.

Nathan: Enough to know you’re both in the scene. Emory is a Dominant rigger. You don’t play 24/7, and you like to watch.

Talia: Does she know you like to watch too?

Nathan: She’s seen my checklist. Full disclosure: she’s excited by the idea of someone watching her finish. If you and Em are into it, she’s game. I told her if she had questions about the lifestyle to feel free to ask you.

Talia: You must be serious about this. You never let me close to your subs without hovering. And you know we’ll never pass up the opportunity to watch as long as she’s alright with it.

Nathan: Then behave, and I won’t have to worry about you embarrassing me.

Talia: But it’s such fun.

I quickly converted the coffee table into a dining table by adding a leaf and pulled the wooden folding chairs out of the hall closet as I waited for Kelly to emerge from the bedroom. I knew I needed to check on her by the time I was done, but I wanted to try something first.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I unlocked the screen and opened the app that controlled the toy. It was better to test it out now than surprise her when Talia and Emory watched. I was honest with Kelly; if she could keep it a secret, I wouldn’t say a word to my friends about the vibe in her panties. I’d given Talia enough information to obtain their consent, and that was enough. If they figured it out on their own—which they likely would—that was just a bonus. The selfish part of me wanted to keep all of Kelly’s pleasure for me alone, but if she wanted people to watch, I would let them if it excited her.

Slowly pushing the control bar for the vibrations up, I stopped just outside the door to the bathroom. She was leaning forward, an eye shadow brush sweeping across her closed eyelid. She couldn’t see me in the mirror, concentrating on applying her makeup. I’d gotten used to seeing her fresh-faced, but recalling the sultry makeup she’d worn during the wedding made me anxious to see her glammed up for my friends.

She ignored the sensation at first, but as she straightened, I pushed the bar up to the next level, and she grasped the edge of the countertop, her head falling backward. A waterfall of dark curls swept down her back, and her knuckles turned white.

Pushing the control bar back down, I watched as her eyes snapped open, meeting mine in the mirror.

“That was mean,” she laughed.

“Just testing it out before we have company. They should be here soon. If you react like that later, they’ll know what a dirty girl you are.” Her nostrils flared as she turned toward me, her black dress coming into view. It hugged all her curves, and although it was a conservative cut with a high neckline and a hem that fell to her knees, it still sent my pulse racing.

“Isn’t that the objective?” she laughed, and I couldn’t resist her.

I stepped forward, pinning her facing the counter with my hips. “Grip the edge of the counter.”

Her eyes flashed with surprise, her fingers clasping the edge of the stone countertop as she looked at me over her shoulder.

“Face forward. Watch yourself in the mirror.”

She turned back toward her reflection, our eyes connecting in the glass as my fingers slowly bunched up the hem of her dress. With one hand, I reopened the app for the vibrator, set it on medium, and placed my phone back into my pocket as I pressed my hand into where it was nestled against her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she panted as I slowly circled the tiny humming toy against her, her neck starting to flush as she pressed her hips back into me.

“Good girl, sunshine,” I hummed, kissing her neck as she gasped and moaned with the vibrations of the toy. I slipped a finger beneath her soaked panties, pressing it inside her and slowly rubbing my fingertip against a place I knew would make her squirm.

“Fuck,” she moaned as her head dropped forward, her knuckles turning white with her grip on the counter.

Chuckling, I reached into my pocket, still rubbing maddening circles inside her while she panted loudly. “Think you can take some more?”

“Yes,” she gasped as I increased the toy’s speed, setting my phone on the counter and pressing it against her again.

“I want you,” she moaned as she reached back with one hand, gripping the side of my leg.

As her fingernails bit into my thigh through the material of my pants, I laughed, placing my lips against her ear. “You can’t have my cock until you come for me. I want to feel you throb against my fingers, and after our guests leave tonight, I might give you what you want.”

“Oh,” she moaned loudly as I increased the movements of my hands, watching her reactions in the mirror. Her tightly closed eyes, swollen lips, and the pink flush across her chest all painted an alluring picture of how aroused she was. “Please.”

“You’ve got to earn it, sunshine. Come and give me what I want.”

Her fingers tightened as she arched backward, her head pressing against my shoulder. “Oh God, I’m coming.”

“That’s it, just like that,” I cooed in her ear as I felt her spasm against my fingers.

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