Page 93 of Unwrapping Deviance

I freeze twisting my damp fingers in a wad of paper towels. My gaze locks with those of my reflection in the mirror, both of us horrified.

Beg him?

How am I supposed to beg him?

In a full restaurant?

My reflection looks as flushed and mortified as I feel, but she also looks severely aroused by the idea.

“We can do this,” I tell her.

She seems as sure as I feel, which is not at all, but I pitch the napkin into the overflowing trash bin and head for the door.

The noise on the other side is still riotous. A child is screaming to high heavens. A group of women are cackling hysterically. And some man is pacing the front foyer, talking loudly on his phone.

Still, no Christian.

Has he returned to the truck? Did I miss my chance?

Nibbling on my bottom lip, I hazard a slow survey of the chaotic dining area, hoping he’s just in line waiting for food.

A hand closes over my mouth, stifling my cry of surprise as I’m tugged backwards down the short hall. My middle is captured by a heavily tatted arm, and I’m half lifted, half dragged back into the bathroom.

I’m sealed inside with my captor who wastes literally no time shoving me towards the sink.

“Christian.”

He gives me a dark grin in the mirror as he slinks up behind me. “Hello sweetheart.”

My heart is a rampant train cracking down the line, terrified of opening my mouth and saying the thing burning the tip of my tongue. I know he will. I know the second I get my nerves out of the way, he’ll shove those beautiful hands down my shorts, and he’ll make me cum, but I can’t.

I can’t say the words.

Christian seems to be in no hurry to do anything when the warmth of his lips barely grazes my naked shoulder.

“What are you thinking about, little girl?” he teases, nibbling his way along the curve towards my neck.

My reflection’s cheeks darken and her tits heave with her rapid breaths. She swallows audibly, looking guilty as hell as she tries to avoid his eyes.

Five long fingers trace across my side to stop at the buttons on my shorts. My lungs hitch.

“Do you want to know what I was thinking?” I can’t answer. He doesn’t wait for me to when flipping the button through the hole. “I was thinking about this morning when your daddy had you open across your bed, tight cunt stretched around his fingers while you watched me stroke my cock. Did you like seeing how hard you made me?”

“Yes,” the word is a choked whimper as he drags the zipper down on my pants.

“I barely made it to the bathroom, Mira. Fucking seeing you like that, begging your daddy to lick your sweet little hole...” his growl, harsh and jagged scrapes the side of my neck. “I came so fucking hard, Mira. If I’d been inside you, I’d have filled your pussy.”

“Christian...” my throat is dry, my head foggy. I can’t think beyond the agony of my body needing him. “Make me cum. Please?”

He bites his lip even while his finger on his free hand ghosts over mine. They prod against my parted mouth the same moment as his other hand dives down the front of my pants, past the elastic of my panties. In unison, he invades my body simultaneously. He plunges two fingers in my vagina and two across my tongue.

I groan and bow against him. The world shudders as I’m torn between grinding into his thrusts and sucking. All the while, his haunting eyes never leave my face, never release me. He makes me watch him as he fills me.

Against my ass, he bucks his hips, thrusting his cock up the crack. It’s all like some well-practiced dance I could never master. He never misses a beat, never falters. Not even when he drags the fingers from my mouth down the front of my top to stroke my nipple, wetting it with my own saliva. The slippery moisture combined with their already sensitive state has my senses reeling and my body jerking harder against his touch.

Somewhere at the back of my mind, I am fully aware that he’s barely doing anything. I’m fucking his hand like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. I’m impaling myself on his fingers while rubbing my ass against his dick and he’s just letting me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he drawls into my ear. “I want to watch you cum for me, Mira. I want to feel how good you’re going to fit around my cock.”

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