Page 89 of Dance of Ruin

Whatever trepidations I have left shatter around me as the sensations throb through my core. I spread my legs a little wider, feeling the ache twist deliciously low in my belly. My other hand goes behind me to brace on the stage and I lean back slightly, shaking and biting my lip as I work my fingers over my pussy.

My eyes start to fall shut as the pleasure coils within me. But I canfeelhis gaze on me, like I’m his masterpiece, and he’s letting me paint the first layer before he takes over and destroys it.

“You’re being such a fucking good girl, Naomi,” he murmurs. “Rubbing that pretty pussy so well for me.”

The praise is like fuel thrown on a fire.

“You’re glowing, baby. Fuck, you look so beautiful trying not to scream for me.”

I moan a little louder, fingers circling over my clit as the throb in my core surges and clenches and demands.

“Look at you,” he purrs. “So fucking obedient. You touch yourself better when I’m watching, don’t you?”

I choke on a moan, my hips twitching upward.

“I asked you a question, Naomi.”

A low groan wrenches from my throat. I nod eagerly: I can’t speak. My fingers keep working, and I can feel the tension building—hot, thick, unbearable.

“I bet that needy little clit is throbbing for me.”

It is.

“Don’t slow down,” he says. “Keep going until I say you can stop.”

My arm behind me is braced tight, keeping me from falling back. My other hand is a blur, shamelessly fingering myself as I grind my palm against my clit. I’m moaning louder now, helpless and unrestrained.

And still he doesn’t move. Just watches, like a man studying a painting being created in real time.

My head lolls back. My eyes squeeze shut.

“Don’t look away,” he growls sharply.

I force my eyes open. Force myself to look right at him, letting his unflinching, unmerciful gaze eradicate whatever shame I have left.

“Good girl,” he praises. “You're going to look at me when you fall apart.”

I’m so close. Close enough that I can feel the edges of the world beginning to fray. I can't help it, my eyes hood, head dropping back as my chest tightens…

And then suddenly, I feel it: hot breath near my pussy.

My whole body jerks. My eyes fly open again, and I look down to see Nico standing in front of me, no longer in his seat. He’s stepped right up to the edge of the stage between my legs. His hands grip my thighs as his eyes lock on mine, his jaw clenched tight.

“My fucking turn.”

His tongue is heat and destruction.

He buries it between my legs, licking my pussy with slow, punishing strokes—deliberate, all-consuming, tasting my surrender and shame.

I cry out, half gasping, half moaning, my thighs trembling around his head as he drags his mouth over me again and again.

He grabs the backs of my thighs, shoving my legs up and apart as I tumble back. I writhe, stuffing the heel of my hand into my mouth as Nico devours my dripping pussy. He growls into me savagely, forcing his tongue into me like he's fucking me with it.

My toes curl as he drags his tongue up to my clit, swirling and darting around the throbbing nub as I keep screaming into my hand. His tongue drags back down through my lips and then keeps going. My face crumples, and Imeltas his wicked tongue swirls lightly around my asshole.

“Nico…” I mewl, a whimpering, subby mess on the stage as he fucks both my holes with his tongue. His palm cracks sharply against my ass, sending electric heat throbbing through my core.

My back arches as he pulls my clit between his lips, his tongue mercilessly swirling around it as my entire world begins to shatter.

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