Page 90 of Lords of Ruin: Cherished

I glance at Vincent, who’s clearly trying to hold back a grin, his fingers tapping idly on the steering wheel.

“I think she’s earned it already, don’t you?” I add, my voice low in her ear, making her shiver against me. “What do you think Cariña, have you earned my cock?”

Willow’s eyes flicker between us, the corners of her mouth curving up into a knowing smile. “I’ve always earned it.”

I move closer, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, “I would give it to you, but tonight’s supposed to be all about you, Cariña.”

“And what exactly do you mean by that?” she asks, her voice a breathless tease, fingers tracing lightly along my wrist, leaving fire in her wake.

“How many times do you think I can make Willow cum before we get to Vincent’s?” I ask, looking at Damien through the rearview mirror.

He whistles lowly, “At least three times.”

“No, if you make her cum three times she’ll be too tired for tonight,” Vincent looks at me with stern eyes and I sigh.

"I guess one can do," I sigh, my fingers already tracing a path up Willow’s thigh. The soft fabric of her dress slips aside as I move higher, my touch deliberate, teasing. Her breath hitches, and I can feel the tension in her legs, the way she’s already trying to hold herself together. "Do you think you can only cum once while I play with you, baby?"

Her eyes widen, her lips parting as she shakes her head no. A small, desperate sound escapes her, and I chuckle, low and dark. "What happened to you doing as I say, hmm?" My thumb presses against the warmth of her inner thigh, just barely brushing where she wants me most. She jerks, a gasp slipping out, and I feel her pulse beneath my fingertips.

"I-I can’t do it," she whispers, her voice trembling, her eyes pleading.

"I don’t like that word," I say, my voice sharp, cutting through the air. I glance over at Damien, who’s watching us from the passenger seat, his eyes dark, his jaw tight. "Do you like that word, Damien?"

"Absolutely not," he growls, and I feel Willow shiver beneath my hand.

"I am going to play with your pretty pussy until we get to Vincent’s house," I say, leaning in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "Which is about 45 minutes from here, and you’re only going to cum once. Are we clear?" My hand slides higher, my fingers pressing against the damp fabric of her panties, and she whimpers, her hips lifting off the seat.

"C-Cast, I just—" she pants, her hands gripping the edge of the seat, her knuckles white.

"Are we clear?" I nip at her neck, my teeth grazing her skin, and she hisses, her body arching into me.

"Yes," she breathes, her voice barely audible, and I smile, satisfied.

"Good girl," I murmur, my fingers finally slipping beneath the thin barrier of her panties. She’s so wet already, so warm, and I can’t help but groan as I feel her slick against my skin. "Look at you," I say, my voice low, rough. "Already so desperate for me. You’re going to be such a mess by the time we get there, aren’t you?"

She doesn’t answer, her head falling back against the seat, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I don’t need her to. I already know. My fingers slide lower, parting her folds, and I press one finger inside her, slowly, so slowly,just to feel the way she tightens around me. "Fuck, Willow," I breathe, my own pulse quickening as I push deeper, curling my finger just enough to make her squirm. "You’re so tight. How are you going to last like this?"

"Cast—" she gasps, her hips rocking against my hand, but I don’t let her take control. I pull my finger out, just enough to tease her, and she whines, her hands clutching at my arm.

"Tell me," I say, my voice firm, my eyes locking with hers. "Tell me who’s in charge here."

"You are," she whispers, her voice breaking, and I smile, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple.

"That’s right," I say, my finger sliding back into her, deeper this time, and she moans, her legs trembling. "And you’re going to be such a good girl for me, aren’t you? You’re going to take it, and you’re only going to cum once."

She nods, her eyes closing, her lips parted as she breathes in shallow gasps. I can feel her body starting to tighten around me, her hips rocking in small, desperate circles, and I knowshe’s close. Too close. I pull my hand away, leaving her empty, and she cries out, her eyes flying open, her hands clutching at me.

"What are you—" she starts, but I silence her with a look, my fingers still wet with her arousal.

"Not yet," I say, my voice calm, steady. "You’re not going to cum yet. You’re going to wait. You’re going to wait for me."

She nods, her eyes wide, her body trembling with need, and I smile, slipping my fingers back inside her. She gasps, her back arching, her hands gripping the seat as I start to move, my fingers thrusting in and out of her slowly, so slowly, just enough to keep her on edge.

"Look at her," I say, glancing up at Vincent, who’s still watching us, his eyes dark, his hand gripping the wheel. "Look at how good she’s being for me. Aren’t you proud of her?"

"Fuck, Cast," Vincent growls, his voice rough.

"She’s doing so well," I say, my fingers curling inside her, and she moans, her body shaking. "But she’s not going to cum yet. Not until I tell her to. Isn’t that right, Willow?"

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