Page 98 of Dare To Break

Chapter 63

Arabella

Shock rocks through me.

Oh my god. He wants me to touch myself in Miles’ bathroom and take a photograph. What will he do if I don’t obey?

The thought of him not turning up tomorrow evening as he promised twists my stomach into anxious knots. I fidget with the cell phone, and glance nervously at Miles.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

His attention doesn’t leave the laptop screen. “I can pause the movie.”

“No, no. Keep it playing.” I slide off the bed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen this movie a dozen times.”

My cheeks are burning as I take my bag from the floor and carry it into the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I lock it and cross to the sink, I put my bag on the side and take a few deep breaths.

I just need to be quick. Miles will never know. I can’t believe I’m going to do this.

Any hesitation in the back of my mind is squashed with the roar of need unfurling in my body. I want his mouth on my pussy. I’m going to explode if I don’t get it. If I need to give him a photo to make that happen, then I’m going to do it. I just need to make sure no one can see it’s me.

I push my sweats and panties down to my knees and take a seat on the edge of the bathtub. The white porcelain is cold against my skin as I spread my legs wide. Eyes closed, I run my hand downward, over my belly to the pubic hair covering my pussy. Slickness greets my fingers, and I’m shocked at how wet I am.

Why do things like this excite me? This should be wrong, yet I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life.

I dip two fingers inside myself and mimic the movement of my darer’s touch. It doesn’t feel the same, but I ignore the jab of disappointment.

If I do what he wants, then tomorrow night, he’ll do it for me.

A flood of fresh wetness coats my fingers, and my hunger for what he’s offering grows. Sliding them out and up, I circle them around my clit. I imagine I’m back in the tomb, and he has me pinned against the coffin, only this time, my hands are bound behind my back.

I rub myself, and rock forward, pretending he’s whispering dirty things in my ear. How he wants me to come for him over and over. That he wants to kiss my pussy until I scream. I twist my head to the left, recalling the nip of his teeth along my jaw, the heat of his body pressed against mine.

What would it feel like to touch his dick? Would it be hard and hot to the touch?

I have to clench my teeth to swallow my moans.

Everything inside me tightens as an orgasm builds. I spread my thighs wider and fuck myself with the fingers of my other hand while I caress my clit faster and faster.

He ordered me not to come.

I whimper as the order slams into my mind, and my movements stop. Eyes opening, I release a shaky breath. I was so close to release.

I need to be a good girl.

I quickly wash my hands and retake my seat, grab the phone, unlock it and tap the camera. My face zooms into life, and for a second, I stare at myself. My lips are swollen from where I’ve been biting them, and my skin is flushed pink. There’s a fevered look in my eyes that remind me of Elena when she’d been around her boyfriends. I shove the unsettling recollection aside, and lower the phone between my legs, and move it around, trying to find a good angle.

He told me to open myself up to him.

I use my fingers to spread my pussy lips wide and take a quick photograph. I close my legs and drop the photo into the cloud file using the link he sent me before I can change my mind.

Me: I did as you asked. The photo is with the other one.

I put the phone back on top of my bag, then pull up my panties and sweats.

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