Page 93 of Bound By Words

“Fuck, stop,” she gasped as I continued to hold the vibrator against her overstimulated clit.

“You can take it. Give me another one.” Pressing another finger inside her, my cock ached as she moaned louder, the sound of me fucking her with my fingers only drowned out by her almost desperate wails.

Clenching her eyes tightly closed, she gasped and then groaned, pulsing around my fingers.

“Oh God, turn it off,” she panted as I removed my hands, pulling the skirt of her dress back into place before I reached forward and turned off the toy.

“Touch up your makeup. They should be here any minute.” I reached down to adjust myself as she watched, chest heaving as she kept eye contact with me in the mirror. It was going to be a long night.

“Is this alright?” she asked, ducking her head to the side. “It was the only dress I had in my suitcase.”

I tucked my phone into my pocket, reaching up to grasp her jaw, tilting her face so she’d look at me. “You’re sexy as fuck, sunshine. Own it.”

She nodded, taking a deep breath.

I couldn’t help myself as I lowered my hand, grasping her throat and stepping in to crowd her against the vanity. Now that things were changing between us, I didn’t need to worry about scaring her. Neck grabbing had been in all caps as a yes on her checklist. Her hands reached back to grab the countertop, her fingers clenching the edge as she bowed backward.

“You’re mine. Don’t forget that. If you come. It’s because I wanted you to,” I whispered roughly, tightening my fingers slightly. She gasped, a moan echoing around us in the bathroom, but as one long leg rose from the floor and wrapped around my calf, I knew it was from arousal, not fear. “If you’re quiet later, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

“Anything?” she whispered, arching further back over the counter.

Pressing my cock into her stomach, I whispered harshly in her ear. “Anything.”

“And if I want you to do something to me instead?” she asked, her voice breathy.

“Whatever my little slut wants,” I chuckled, leaning in to kiss her cheek before releasing her and stepping back.

She had a naughty little grin as she straightened her dress, turning around to inspect herself in the mirror. There was a faint pink mark across her jaw where I’d held her, but other than how her eyes were slightly dilated and the flush in her cheeks and across the tops of her breasts, you couldn’t tell what I had done.

As the buzzer for the front entrance sounded from the entryway, I extended a hand toward her. “Time to go, sunshine.”

She grasped my hand, smiling softly as her thumb affectionately rubbed the back of my fingers.

“Wait? You took my brother where?” Kelly laughed as she leaned against my shoulder, looking up at me briefly before pushing another bite of the garlic naan past her lips.

“To a Dominant showcase,” Emory answered, leaning back in his chair and draping his arm casually behind Talia.

Talia and Emory had brought take-out from one of our favorite Indian fusion restaurants. Kelly had been a tempting distraction the entire meal, using her fingers to eat and moaning indulgently as she closed her eyes with each bite. A few times, I’d turned the controls for the toy to the lowest setting, watching a flush settle in her cheeks before turning it back off again, but she’d played the pink in her cheeks and down her throat off as a response to the spicier dishes that Talia enjoyed.

Watching Kelly was addictive, but Talia had been watching me all night. I could tell she was trying to decipher our dynamic, but she wasn’t obvious. I knew Kelly wasn’t the type of woman I’d previously pursued, but that was what I loved about her. She didn’t fit the submissive mold; she was a little wild and unpredictable, but not in a bratty way. At least not intentionally—she did have her moments where she tried to push my buttons.

“Like a play party?” Kelly asked excitedly. She was still full of surprises.

“Not exactly,” Talia laughed. “It’s more like a performance night where the big bad Doms show off all their skills for others to admire. There isn’t any group sex or anything, just scheduled shows.”

“Tal,” Emory warned, but I could tell he wasn’t upset. He knew she liked to tease him about being a big scary Dom because of his more serious demeanor.

“Talia likes them because she can watch without being sneaky about it,” I teased, watching as my friend shrugged. Emory didn’t like to go to hardcore play parties much anymore. The hedonistic aspect of it all made his protective instincts flare with Talia’s past.

“Well, since you hadn’t been going to them, I couldn’t convince Grumpy Bear to let me go either,” Talia laughed.

Kelly glanced over at me briefly, squeezing my thigh underneath the table. “Tell me more about Evan. I’m sure he was freaking out.”

“He was a good sport about it all,” Tal laughed. “Kept mumbling about Barbies, but Grace’s demos are usually a little over the top, so I couldn’t blame him for being startled by watching her peg a guy wearing a ball gag while he was chained to a pedestal.”

Kelly’s eyes widened comically, a startled laugh escaping her. “Oh my God, I would have paid to see that.”

“It wasn’t as entertaining as when I asked if I could watch him get spanked, but Em wouldn’t let me,” Tal pouted dramatically.

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