Page 15 of Scales and Seduction

Noodles lets out another meow, this one sharper, almost accusing me of ignoring him.

I need out, Ruby. There’s no litterbox, and, honestly, the fact I haven’t eaten is unacceptable.

I freeze, staring at him, blinking into the darkness with my mouth gaping. “Did you just—” No, no, I’m sure he didn’t say anything.

Noodles tilts his head, his bright green eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight cast from the windows.

“I’ll let you out,” I mutter, pushing back the covers. Then I notice just how wet I am. The pillow between my legs is soaked, and as I move the pillow away from my throbbing pussy, I nearly whimper at the loss of pressure.

“You’re not touching yourself in his bed. Get a grip.”

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I go on auto-pilot. Noodles will have to use the bathroom outside, and Gideon is just in the living room. I’m in nothing but my underwear. That way my only dress stays moderately clean instead of slept in. I lean down, yank it up off the floor and toss it over my head before slowly opening the door.

Noodles immediately darts out of the room, his fluffy tail swishing behind him with purpose.

The hall is dark, and the only light I have is the pale moonlight casting silvery streaks through the living room curtains. It bathes everything in a glow, muting the colors of the furniture and walls, but what catches my attention is Gideon. The moonlight turns his scales into a masterpiece. Each scale catches the silvery glow and looks like polished stone.

He’s sitting up higher on the couch, his tail curved around it, and its tip disappears behind the couch. Gideon’s mouth is parted open, and his broad chest heaves with panting breaths. I can’t see what his arms are doing, but I have an idea, as under his breath, he mutters, “That’s a good girl.”

My body thrums at the rough way he says the words, and the wetness between my legs begs me to touch myself. No, not doing that.

I scan the room, searching for any sign of Noodles, hoping he will make eye contact and follow me back to the bedroom. The little bastard is gone from sight.

“Do you like it when I touch myself for you?”

My gaze flicks nervously to the couch, and I brace for the burn of his piercing gold eyes looking at me. Instead, Gideon’s eyes remain closed. Relief floods through me, even though my heart is still pounding. I watch him, mesmerized as his tail coils slowly upward, lightly wrapping around his throat before tightening in a brief squeeze.

Gideon is masturbating in his living room. I should leave—really, I should—but I’m stuck in place. I can’t decide if I’m embarrassed or turned on by seeing him this way.

My pussy throbs, still dripping from the dream earlier. A lingering thought crosses my mind that if I just slip into the shadows of the hall, maybe—maybe I can use the sound of his voice to finish the job. My hand goes up my dress to touch the seam of my aching wetness, making me shiver just from the touch.

Fuck, I’m a voyeuristic little slut. Gideon didn’t consent to me watching this.

I take a step back, but the floorboard betrays me with a long, lingering creak. It gives away where I am in the shadows of the hallway. Gideon’s eyes snap open, and his movements freeze.

His head jerks toward me, his golden eyes flaring wide with surprise as they lock onto mine. His tail that was wrapped around his neck flicks in agitation, and his body stiffens. For a fleeting moment, he looks vulnerable. “Ruby?” he breathes, his voice rough and husky.

My hand darts out from under my dress with a gasp. I stand frozen, unsure what to say, bracing for Gideon to lash out at me for watching him without his consent. Instead, his tongue darts out of his mouth, flicking in several directions, tasting the air.

A deep, sultry groan gathers in the back of his throat. “Are you wet from watching me, little morsel?”

“No,” I whisper, finding my voice, but my legs are shaking. “A dream.”

He hums, “Did you like what you saw?” Gideon’s hands lazily stroke himself as he looks at me mischievously. I wish desperately the couch wasn’t blocking my view of his hands.

“I should go back to bed…” If I leave now, I can save myself the embarrassment. My feet feel cemented to the ground, and I’m unable to move as if his eyes alone keep me stuck in place.

Gideon shakes his head. His golden eyes pin me as if daring me to move. “Stay right there,” he says sternly. “You wanted to watch, so stand there like a good little girl and watch me stroke myself to the thought of your dripping wet cunt.”

I hesitate, my mind warring with itself, but giving in feels so tempting. My pussy clenches as excitement takes over. I want this. My heartbeat is racing, but with a soft sigh of relief, I nod in agreement.

“I want your hands behind your back until I tell you to touch yourself. Do you understand?” Gideon’s voice takes on a darker quality than I’ve ever heard from him. His tone is richer, deeper and sends shivers through my already aching body.

Obeying his command, I place my hands, one on top of the other, behind my back. “Yes, sir?” The words slip from my lips uncertainly, but the moment they do, his gaze softens, almost as if in awe.

Gideon’s hands begin their work, but his golden eyes never once leave mine as he takes his time touching himself. Even though my view is obscured by the back of the couch, I use my imagination. In my mind, he has a thick cock the color of his pale underbelly. Each rhythmic stroke Gideon takes, his breathing begins to increase into panting.

“You’re such a dirty girl watching me touch myself, Ruby.” The way he says my name as he pleasures himself elicits a moan from the back of my throat.

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