Page 57 of Deadly Rival

This position, in front of a fully clothed man, is just too much. The exposure, like a doctor’s visit from hell, heats my skin, especially as he just stands there, watching. I steal a glance at his face and catch a flicker of amusement. “Hold that position if you want the dress.”

The bastard. He disappears, leaving me contemplating just what my life has brought me to. Through the window, all I cansee is a speckling of stars above the thick, impenetrable forest. Even if I could escape, I’d probably get eaten by wolves. Or bears.

My only experience of woodcraft came from a single, miserable high school camp just for the girls, designed to build character. All it built in me was a strong desire never to go camping again. One thing I’m fairly sure Sebastian and I have in common, if nothing else.

It feels like a long time until he returns. I’m braced for something terrifying. An extra-large dildo or, worse, a speculum. Something about this position has me fearing the worst. But he just holds up a little plastic tub and unscrews the lid.

“The thing about STEM guys is, sometimes we get bored with working on our serious projects. As well as the world-changing stuff, Brothers have invented things that don’t have much practical value but can be a lot of fun. And some Brothers are quite creative, especially where their Wards are concerned. Like Eve and Quinn’s cuffs.”

I shudder at the thought of those cuffs. Quinn explained, in agonizing detail, exactly what they do. At least Sebastian didn’t come in here brandishing a pair.

“This stuff”—he holds up the little jar—“could probably make a lot of money out in the world, but so far, no one has bothered tackling the red tape to get it approved. It’s popular here in the Compound, though. We call it hot salve. Hold still.”

Before I can react, his hand is between my legs. I yelp as he spreads a thick layer of it over my clit. “What the…”

Heat. It builds from a tingle to a furnace, radiating from my clit deep into my body. My lower belly tightens, like the start of an orgasm, but the heat doesn’t stop there. It spreads right through me, a wave of sensitive desire.

I breathe deep, trying to tamp the sensation down, but it just builds. Sebastian strikes again, swirling a little balm onto eachnipple, and oh shit, they stiffen into aching, sensitive peaks as the heat starts there, too.

Fuck. Fuck. I close my eyes. Sebastian runs his finger over my clit, and I moan as pleasure spikes deep into my belly. Too much. Far too much.

“Fun, isn’t it? It lasts about three hours. Right through dinner.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers, and I swear I’ll tip over the edge from that alone if he keeps it up. He lowers his face to mine as he plays, and his smile should belong to the devil himself.

“You’re going to beg me to fuck you. I might even say yes. How does that sound, Ophelia? Do you want my cock inside you right now?”

He slides a finger inside me. God, I’m soaking. And it feels far, far too good. Good, but not enough. I need more. I bite my lip as he brushes my clit again, sending another spasm through my body.

“Just say the words. ‘Please fuck me, sir.’ That’s all I need, and I’ll do it. You can come as many times as you like and go to dinner satisfied. What do you say?”

I want to say yes. It takes everything I have to hold the words in. Not trusting myself to speak, I shake my head.

He sighs in mock disappointment. “That’s a shame. It’s going to be a long night, and you’re already dripping down your thighs. Wherever you sit is going to be soaked. It’ll smell like you forever.

Jesus. I can’t tell where the raging heat from the potion ends and the flush of shame starts. It doesn’t matter anymore anyway. I’m made of lava.

He pulls his hand free, and I want to grab it and put it back. I want to grind myself against it. He dips his head and kisses my cheek. “Get dressed, pet. We don’t want to be late.”

He stands, and my hands move without any input from my brain. One goes to my aching nipple, the other to my clit. Sebastian moves like a striking crocodile, snatching my wrists. “No you don’t. You know what you need to say. Any more of that, and it’s just the collar and leash, no pretty dress.”

Damn everything about this man. I sit and look down at myself, surprised I’m not actually glowing. I should be. My thighs press together, and I can’t suppress a moan at the way the pressure makes my clit pulse. I’m never going to survive dinner. I’ll spontaneously combust.

I get dressed in a daze under Sebastian’s watchful eyes, and even though the cool silk rubbing over my nipples is a new kind of torture, it feels good to be clothed. I stare at myself in the mirror, turning side to side.

My God. I never knew I could look like this. The dress clings to me, highlighting the narrow curve of my waist and the flare of my hips. It outlines my breasts in a way that feels more revealing than the trashy costume from earlier. My rock-hard nipples will be obvious from across the room.

When I twist, the dress reveals my legs all the way to my waist, and I’ll have to be careful not to flash my ass. “Panties?” I ask without much hope.

“What do you think?”

He motions me to sit as he selects my shoes from a drawer. Still towering, and this time, the heel is thinner, not a platform. They sparkle, a perfect midnight blue to compliment the dress. He kneels to put them on, and it has the feel of a ritual as he slides my foot in. I might be mistaken, but I think he enjoys this.

He rubs his thumb over my instep, and I melt as another wash of desire hits. Every nerve in my body is wide awake and shouting. He gazes up at me through his long lashes as he buckles the thin ankle straps.

“I should cover you in this stuff permanently. How long do you think it’d take for you to lose your mind completely? Forget your name. Forget anything except how badly you need me to fuck you.”

He punctuates his words by sliding a finger up my thigh to my throbbing clit, then back down. I’m losing my mind already. It’s gone.

He dips his head between my thighs. For one long, desperate moment, I think he’s going to eat my pussy, and my whole body lights up in anticipation. But he just lands a kiss on my inner thigh and gets to his feet. The spot his lips touched is a red-hot brand.

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