Page 294 of Rage

“Sweaty with my mascara running?”

“As if,” they rolled their eyes, manoeuvring me as easily as if I was a doll to press me against the sink, facing the mirror. “So you can see what I do,” Kenley murmured, their ringed hand coming to squeeze my breast through the thin fabric of my dress.

I shivered, grinding back into them as their lips met my bare shoulder, tongue slipping between their pink lips to slide along my skin and up my bare neck. My hissed curse was interruptedby a whine as I put my hand over Kenley’s to squeeze my breast again, my pebbled nipple pressed against their warm palm.

They nipped and sucked at the side of my neck, free hand wandering to trace along my bare upper thigh where my dress had ridden up against them and the vanity.

“Kenley,” I whispered, meeting their eyes in the mirror desperately. “Please.”

I hadn’t needed to be touched like this in ages. Every scrap of their attention was better than ecstasy as they pushed the hem of my dress north, revealing the tiny scrap of fabric that dared to call itself a thong.

They sucked in a breath through their teeth at the wet spot in the red material. “Do you want to watch how prettily you come for me, Olivia?”

I whimpered as they pinched my nipple, toying with the tight peak with the slip of silken fabric adding to the sensation, nodding my head. “Yes.”

Their other hand joined its companion, the myriad of rings decorating Kenley’s long fingers catching the dim lights of the bathroom as they slid the straps of my dress down, baring my chest to anyone who walked in.

“Look at yourself,” they ordered, voice soft and coaxing, but leaving no room for argument.

Half reluctantly, I met my eyes in the mirror, hardly recognising the needy animal staring back at me. My lipstick was smudged, the traces of it that I’d shared with Kenley left behind on my jaw, throat and shoulders.

“You listen so well,” they murmured, rewarding me with a tweak of their fingers against my bare nipples that made me cry out, thighs quivering with the need to betouched. “Is that what you came out looking for tonight? Someone to make you come?”

“Yes,” I whispered, before I could even think to come up with a lie. My flushed cheeks and chest stared back at me from themirror as I watched my mouth form the words like they were coming from someone else. “I need to be fucked.”

“Is there anything you don’t like?” they asked, their breath tickling my ear before they gave it a sharp nip that arched my spine into their hands desperately.

“No choking,” I said quickly, a flicker of the last time Charlie’d wrapped his fingers around my throat making me nervous. I licked my lips, my second request leaving me feeling exposed in the low light. Quietly, I added, “And… don’t be mean, please.”

“Mean?” they asked, sucking at the soft spot between my neck and ear, one of their hands travelling to cup my nearly bare pussy. “Who could say anything cruel to a pretty little princess like you?”

I didn’t answer, turning my head to catch their lips in a needy, moan-filled kiss. “Slut is okay.”

“Slut is okay,” they repeated, diving in for another kiss as their fingers pressed against my clothed clit. I whimpered, pushing against their hand. They chuckled into my lips, the noise full of excitement. “Makes sense, you’re such a sweet, needy little slut, aren’t you gorgeous?”

I nodded fervently, welcoming Kenley’s tongue as it pressed into my mouth, tangling with mine as they circled my nipple with their thumb.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, barely audible over the sound of my blood rushing in my ears. “Fuck me, please.”

Kenley moaned at the honorific, rewarding me with rough side-to-side swipes of my clit with their fingers. “Am I going to find my slutty little princess wet for me, Olivia?”

I bit my lip, trying to swallow the horrifically embarrassing whimpers bouncing off the mirror back at us.

“Well?” they asked, a smirk in their tone as their mouth found my shoulder again, strokes becoming more insistent.

“Yes!” I gasped as their hand left my breast to find my hair, forcing me into a rough kiss.

Kenley turned me enough to be able to kiss down my chest, sucking the tip of my breast into their mouth. They hummed, rolling my nipple between their teeth, grazing the tender nerves as they did.

“That feels so fucking good, don’t stop,” I breathed out, pawing at their shirt with the intention to take it off.

“Are you going to say please?” Kenley asked, voice laced with humour. They looped a finger into the side of my underwear, lifting it away from my skin with the kiss of cool air against my overheated centre.

“I want—” I gasped out, watching as Kenley travelled to my other breast to toy at the peak with their tongue. “Your mouth!”

The idea of undressing them disappeared as I shuddered, the edge finding me quickly with the combination of their fingers and teeth.

“Is that so?” they asked, straightening to brush their lips against mine. “Just a kiss then, gorgeous?”

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