Page 11 of Unwrap Me

“Look at the mess you made. What a dirty little girl you are, indeed.”

I look down, seeing what I feared would happen. His thigh has a dark spot, slick with my juices. Shame creeps up my neck as Chris swipes two fingers over the mess and brings them to my lips. “Taste yourself. Taste how naughty you are, grinding on my thigh like a little slut.”

My lips part, and his fingers enter, forcing me to taste myself. It feels filthy, but I do it anyway, unable to look away from how the action pleases Chris.

And right now, pleasing him is at the top of my to-do list.

Chris pulls his fingers from my lips with a pop, taking my hand in his and leading me away. “There’s something I want you to see.”

We stop in front of a window that’s already crowded with people, all of them watching the sight on the other side. There’re two people in the room. A man wearing loose black joggers with his bare tattooed chest exposed. And a woman. She’s beautiful, with long blonde hair tied in two braids. She’s wearing what I can only describe as sexy Christmas pajamas. It’s a two-piece set with a classic looking sweater print, but the top is barely more than a bra and the bottoms are practically booty shorts.

The man says something to her, and she drops to her knees, clasping her hands behind her back and opening her mouth. He walks over slowly, first putting two fingers between her lips, which she eagerly sucks.

“Do you see that?” Chris whispers in my ear, pressing himself against the back of my body while his hands roam down my sides until they land on my hips. “That’s the kind of obedience I want to see from you.”

Obedience.

The word sends a shiver down my spine. Obedient is something I’ll probably never be, not when being bad feels so good. But watching the scene sparks something low in my belly. When the man pulls his cock free and brings it to the woman’s lips, she opens wide, taking him as he pushes himself down her throat.

Chris’s fingers trail lightly over my hip, drawing little circles and patterns that leave goosebumps in their wake. The feeling has me shivering as I watch the man pick up his pace, fucking her throat as she keeps her hands clasped behind her back.

“She’s taking him so well, don’t you think?” Chris asks, his lips pressed against my ear.

“Yes,” I say, my voice nearly breathless.

“Three.” He pinches my side. “Yes, what?”

Fuck.“Yes,Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Behind the glass, the man stops face-fucking his sub, pulling his cock from her lips, strings of saliva connecting them, dripping down her chin. She catches her breath, her head tilting up to look at him as he strokes her face in a seemingly loving gesture. And then, without warning, his hand pulls back and he slaps her.

I gasp audibly, and Chris chuckles. The Dom pulls his sub up, tossing her onto the bed as if she weighs nothing. She scrambles to get into position on all fours as he comes up behind her, yanking her shorts until they slide down her legs, wrapped around where her knees meet the bed. With his palm, he pushes down between her shoulder blades until her chest rests on the mattress. And then he steps back, his eyes roaming over her body with an admiring gaze.

My entire body thrums in anticipation, not sure what he’ll do next. I watch with wide eyes as he walks over to the far side of the room where there’s a display of paddles, whips, and crops. He takes his time selecting one as my breaths come quicker. I know it’s not me who’s about to be on the other side of whatever choice he makes, and still, my heart is pounding.

“You’re trembling.” Chris’s voice is as soft as it is deep as he trails his fingers over my skin, goosebumps rising on my flesh. “Are you excited or scared for her?” he asks, curiosity lacing his tone.

“I don’t know.”

“Think about it,” he prompts. “Do you wish that was you on the other side of the glass? Bent over, your ass high in the air, waiting for the punishment you’ve earned?”

Do I wish that was me?I can imagine it perfectly, me trembling, waiting for Chris to select the object he plans to punish me with.

“Yes,” I finally say.

“Good girl,” he praises, his hands squeezing my hips. The touch goes straight to my core as his fingers dig in so very close to where I’m craving him to be.

“Please-”

I don’t even finish before he corrects me. “Four. What did I say about whining?”

I whimper despite myself. My thighs clench together as the Dom behind the glass finally chooses a paddle and walks behind his sub. My panties are doing nothing for me at this point. Soaked through and uncomfortable, they slip against my aching clit that’s desperate for attention.

“I just need-”

“You need what?” he whispers harshly in my ear.

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