Page 27 of Pray for the Damned

“More,” he demands, and I immediately add a second finger, moaning softly at the slight stretch. It’s been years since I’ve been with anyone, and it’s even been a while since I’ve touched myself, so the rush of sensations threatens to overwhelm me.

I drop my head back against his outstretched arm as my hips rock softly beneath the table.

“You’re doing so good, Little Temptress. So fucking good.” There’s a rough edge to his voice that drags my attention from the scene playing out before us. His pupils are blown wide, his intense gaze locked on me as I bring myself closer to the edge.

He nods back toward the stage, silently telling me to turn my attention back where it should be, and I follow the direction without hesitation.

Micah has repositioned Sienna with her cheek resting against the stage and her hips high as he fucks her slowly with the sleek black toy. Her eyes squeeze shut as a violent shiver vibrates through her body.

“She’s trying so hard not to come,” Emmett tells me. “But he’s got it on the highest setting, and he keeps pressing it against her G-spot for prolonged lengths of time.”

“Why would he do that if he doesn’t want her to come?” My voice is so breathy I barely recognize it.

He chuckles. “Because by holding her release at bay now, her orgasm is going to be out of this world.”

I nibble at my bottom lip as I pump my fingers faster. I’m not sure I could handle delayed gratification right now with how wound up I am.

I’ve never enjoyed masturbating even half as much as I am right now, but I think that has very little to do with my own touch and everything to do with the man pressed at my side.

Sienna’s entire body is shaking and her eyes are pressed closed, but even I can tell she’s fighting a losing battle with her body right now, and if Micah doesn’t pull back, she’s going to come whether she wants to or not.

Almost as I think it, he withdraws the toy, and she sags with relief, but there’s frustration on her brows too. I’m vaguely aware of a community of people that enjoy edging for days on end, and I truly don’t think I would survive an hour, let alone a day, if this is what it looks like.

“Another finger, sweetness.” Emmett brushes his lips against the shell of my ear, and I shiver at the contact. I wish he were touching me more. I wish he would kiss me. But that might be the lust talking.

I swallow a moan as I press a third finger inside me, wincing at the stretch before my body quickly gets used to the feeling. Fuck, I’m so turned on I can barely breathe through the arousal flooding my senses.

Micah lines his hips up with Sienna’s and, without warning, slams forward, the only thing that stops her from falling is his steady grip on her hips.

“Fuck,” I whine, shifting my hips to try to get more friction.

“Good girl,” Emmett says. “Are you going to come for me, sweetness?”

I press my eyes closed for a moment to gather my composure before nodding. Fuck, I need this release so badly. More than I’ve ever needed an orgasm in my life.

“I want you to come with Sienna,” he tells me. “She won’t last long after being teased for so long.”

“What if I can’t?” I breathe.

“Then you won’t come at all.”

I whip my head around to face him with wide eyes, but there’s nothing on his face that indicates he’s joking. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.” He chuckles. “Better keep fucking your little pussy, Waverly, you don’t want to miss your chance.”

Part of me wants to argue, but another part hangs on every word he says. I’m addicted to his dominance, desperate for his orders, and frantic to please him.

I refocus on the couple fucking on the other side of the club, Micah’s hips pistoning into hers roughly as he slaps a hand down on her ass.

“She’s getting close, Waverly. You need to get yourself on the edge,” Emmett taunts.

I drop my other hand between my thighs and brush my fingers over my aching clit. I barely smother a moan as I bite down on my lip hard, trying desperately to stay quiet, but even if I didn’t, I’m not sure I would care. Not when I’m this close to oblivion.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, and I just about come from his words alone, but I keep my movements steady and my eyes locked on Sienna.

Her entire body begins to tremble, and her hands fist around the cuffs at her wrists, and I add a little more pressure. My window is about to open, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to miss it.

“Now, Waverly,” Emmett growls, and I detonate.

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