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Arousal slides down. Disappearing under her fingers.

“Harder, baby,” I murmur, distracted.

I want to touch myself, but I’m saving that all for her when she’s done. She’s going to take it all down her throat.

Like the good little fucktoy she’s always been.

CHAPTER FOUR

Olivia

I love it when he watches me. From that first night when he appeared in my room, before we were even married, and ordered me to touch myself while he looked on, I’ve always had a kink for him watching while I get myself off. Maybe it’s because his heavy eyes are always so hard and his face could be made of stone. But the rest of his body betrays him.

I take a peek over my shoulder.

His brow twitches and his muscles are tense. Fighting against his shirt. There’s a flush between his collarbones. I know he’s rock hard, I can see the ridge under his pants.

A thrill goes down my spine and makes my spine arc even higher. I can already feel that deep itch between my hips, a sign of impending orgasm. He’s trained me to come quickly and easily after all this time. I can feel the orgasm building deep in my pussy as he watches me rub my clit, bent over and fully exposed.

He makes a sound deep in his chest, a growl and groan of pure need. I glance back again and he’s got his head cocked. The bit of silver in his hair glints in the firelight. His cold hazel eyes are heavy, distracted with lust.

He takes a sip of whiskey. “Two fingers in your cunt, ride your clit on the heel of your palm.”

Oh God, he’s so dirty. I brace my knee on the edge of the bed and slip two fingers deep into my pussy as the heel of my hand contacts my most sensitive point. I work my fingers inside, rubbing my clit and the entrance of my sex over my open palm. Pleasure surges and I have to dig my other hand into the bedspread to keep from toppling over. I must be dripping as I come because he swears under his breath.

It’s such a high, knowing all I have to do is spread my thighs and he’s rock hard and ready to go.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

The praise goes to my head. As potent as the champagne he poured me.

“Now take that plug and put it in your ass.”

My heart picks up, even faster than it was going before. There’s something so humiliating and thrilling about him watching me. Having to put in a plug while he sits there like a god, half shadowed by the fire, is so humiliating and arousing I can’t think straight. With shaky hands, I wet my fingers with lube and spread it over my asshole.

He makes that sound again. A heavy growl.

He’s getting impatient. I soak the plug and reach between my thighs. Cold metal touches my asshole and my hips shiver.

“Push it in, baby,” he says softly. “You can take it for me.”

I’m a puppet in his strings, I couldn’t disobey that silky deep voice if I wanted to. Muscle memory takes over and I bear down, relaxing my muscles at the same time. The plug slips inside and I give myself a moment to adjust to it inside me as the metal warms. I shift my hips, feeling the familiar fullness, the stretch that hurts and makes my pussy soaked at the same time.

My legs wobble. I sink down on my knees.

“Pull your panties up,” he says. “And your dress down.”

I manage to obey, covering myself. I feel the little charm touch my skin as I pull my thong up and settle it over my hips.

“Come here,” he orders.

He uncrosses his legs, spreading his knees. The outline of his cock pushes out. I can’t keep my eyes off it as I approach him, pausing between his shoes. He doesn’t speak, he just points down at the floor at his feet. Arousal floods my body and his eyes follow me as I sink down to my knees and turn my face up.

He passes the whiskey glass from one hand to the other and dips his fingers in. The round ice is melted down until it’s the size of a quarter, fitting between his finger and thumb.

“Open your mouth,” he says, his voice husky. Smooth like silk, luxurious like the diamonds he wraps around my body.

I obey, parting my mouth. He puts the ice to my lips, tracing them slowly. Dragging the cold bite and the scent of whiskey back and forth until it drips down my chin.

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