Page 16 of Ivory Crown

Her breath hitched as I worked her over, a silent plea forming on her lips. She was close; I could tell by the quickening of her pulse beneath my touch. “Are you going to squirt for me, right here in public?” I asked, my voice low and edged with the thrill of our dangerous game.

Jade shook her head, a mix of mortification and desire swimming in her dark eyes. “I...I don’t know if I can do that,” she whispered, her composure fraying at the edges.

“Ah, but I know you can.” My fingers pressed harder, relentless in their pursuit. “And you will.”

The intensity of my touch was punctuated by the silence around us, amplifying the sounds of our illicit intimacy. Jade’s breathing grew ragged, and she clenched her hands tightly around my arm as I worked her over expertly. The rhythm of our actions, the persistence of my touch, it all became a dance of heat and desire under a star-studded sky.

“Dante...I...” she began, and I felt the vibrations of her voice travel through me. Her words trailed off into a breathy moan.

“Let go,” I urged again, my voice barely above a whisper as if we’d disturb the tranquil peace of the night. In this secluded space, where only nature witnessed our secret rendezvous, I felt an exhilarating thrill mixed with an unnerving guilt.

I slid my fingers further inside her, curling them to find the sweet spot that would push her over the edge. My thumb circled her clit again, picking up pace. Her body tightened next to mine, a drawn bowstring ready to snap.

She arched into me as waves of pleasure rippled through her. Her eyes were wide open; they mirrored the stars above us, shining with unshed tears of ecstasy. She was beautiful like this—unhinged and wanton under my touch.

Her hands clung to my arm, her nails digging into my suit as a silent scream formed in her throat. “Fuck,” she said, her voice muffled against my skin.”

“Do you want me to do this harder?”

She didn’t answer at first, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Finally, she nodded, her eyes squeezing shut as she braced herself. I took that as my cue. Tempering my desire with a fine veil of control, I pushed deeper, feeling her body clench around me.

A whimper escaped from between her lips, the sound half-strangled and raw. A jolt of satisfaction coursed through me – I was wrecking her with pleasure, reducing her to a trembling mess in my arms under the indifferent gaze of the moon. The knowledge was heady and irresistible. Stoking my desire for more.

“You can squirt for me now, right?” I asked…not in a whisper. Just loud enough for anyone to hear us.

Not that there was anyone around.

“I--” Jade choked out, her body quivering on the brink. It was a beautiful sight, the way her chest heaved, the blush spreading over her cheeks as she bit her lip. I could feel her walls pulsating around my fingers and I knew she was close.

“Go on,” I encouraged, my voice a velvety murmur as my fingers picked up their pace. “I want to watch you fall apart.”

Jade’s eyes opened at that, finding mine in the darkness. There was a wild, desperate beauty to her then – this brilliant, dedicated scientist teetering on the edge of absolute chaos. She nodded, letting go of any remaining inhibitions as she surrendered herself to me.

And then she broke.

Her body jerked as pleasure ripped through her. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry as she squirted against my hand, soaking the material of her leggings and my suit trousers. I stifled a groan of satisfaction watching her collapse against me. Her body was limp, drained from the overwhelming waves of ecstasy that had crashed over her.

Pleasure pulsed through me as I watched her ride out the aftershocks. She clutched at me, her fingers digging into my arms as if she were trying to ground herself.

I continued to finger her; slowly, carefully, as I coaxed her through the last waves of her orgasm. The sight of her spent and satisfied was almost too much for me to bear. The temptation to take her right there, on the park bench under the cloak of night, was nearly overpowering. But I knew this wasn’t the time.

I felt her body gradually relax against mine as I withdrew my hand slowly. Her head rested on my shoulder, her breathing still uneven.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s go home.”

I stood, tugging my suit jacket into place, feeling the dampness that hadn’t been there before. Jade’s eyes locked with mine, a flicker of something wild still dancing in their depths. She looked down at her hand—my release smeared across her skin—and then back up at me, her gaze challenging, yet vulnerable.

“Clean my fingers,” I instructed, my voice low and even. There was no room for argument, only obedience.

She hesitated for only a second before lifting my hand to her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking my fingers with an unexpected grace that contradicted the raw debasement of the act. My body tightened in response, the sight stoking the fire that never quite seemed to die whenever she was near.

“Good girl,” I murmured, approval lacing the words despite the edge that always lingered beneath the surface with her.

Offering her my now clean hand, I helped her to stand, noting the slight tremor in her legs. She leaned on me more than she intended, or maybe it was exactly as much as she needed to. We walked in silence towards the penthouse, the city lights casting long shadows that stretched out before us like silent witnesses to our twisted game.

“Am I just a prisoner here?” Jade’s voice broke the silence, her question hanging between us like a delicate thread threatening to snap.

“Prisoner?” I scoffed softly, the idea almost amusing. “A prisoner can’t leave. Call your best friend. Prove you’re free to do as you please.”

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