Page 25 of Enthrall
Masked Ball by Jocelyn Pook burst out of the surround sound speakers and filled the room with a deep bass rhythm. I unbuttoned my trenchcoat, slipped if off my shoulders, and threw it over the back of one of the leather armchairs. My short tartan skirt may have looked out of place for autumn but neither Richard or Cameron seemed to notice. Despite the coolness of the room, my boots held some warmth and gave me just enough of the edgy confidence I needed to pull this off.
My heart pounded so hard inside my chest; my breathing was just short of panicked.
Standing in the center, I steadied myself. “Richard I do belong here. You know it and I know it.”
His gaze locked on mine with an unmatched fervor.
“And I can prove it.” I glanced over at Cameron to let him know I was ready.
Cameron smiled back.
Biting my lip, I lifted my skirt, tugging it around my waist and holding it there, revealing my black stockings and lace garter belt. From Richard’s face, he’d noticed I wasn’t wearing any panties.
Richard swapped a glance with Cameron.
“Huh,” murmured Cameron.
“Master Richard, I want to apologize.” My fingers scrunched my skirt. “For that spelling mistake.” My other hand moved, ready to stroke myself just as Tara had told me to, but something flipped inside my chest and I froze. I’d come too far to go back and yet couldn’t proceed any further either. Trapped in some sensual halfway land, my cheeks burned and my breathing stifled. Aroused and yet...
Richard’s frown deepened.
Cameron neared me. “Show Richard how you’re going to do that.” Seamlessly Cameron saw where I’d planned on taking this and softened the moment with reassurance.
“Cole, let’s talk outside,” whispered Richard.
Cameron slid behind me and wrapped his left arm around my waist, hugging me back towards him. “Mia, let me touch you.”
“Yes, please,” I said, trying to control my shaking hands, grateful he’d come to my rescue, giddy with the feel of his strong arm squeezing me back into him, against his firm chest.
Cameron moved his other hand down over my belly, and lower. “Part your legs a little.”
Feeling safe in his arms, I adjusted my footing, though when his fingers found me, sliding over that delicate cleft, I held my breath. Glancing down, he’d parted my nether lips to expose me further. Holding still for what felt like a lifetime, my heart quickening, my legs weakening, I let out the longest sigh.
This wasn’t the plan.
“This is merely a gesture,” said Cameron as he placed two fingers against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure.
It throbbed beneath his touch. With my mouth gaping, my fingernails dug into his left arm. Having never before been touched by a man down there, my mind tried to grasp these feelings, these sensations, this thrill causing spasms throughout my belly. His caressing brought waves of hypnotic pleasure.
Richard’s expression hadn’t changed; his critical stare roamed over me.
Say something.
Cameron broke the silence. “This is an apology from Mia to prove how sorry she is.”
My eyelids fluttered and I strained to keep my gaze upon Richard’s.
Richard leaned back farther, his focus still upon Cameron’s fingertips moving over my sex. Richard’s gaze rose to meet mine only to return once again to his friend’s hand bringing me closer. This man really knew how to touch a woman.
Something told me Richard would too.
Tell me this pleases you;but I didn’t dare say it.
“Mia, relax,” cooed Cameron.
And I did, leaning back into him, concentrating hard on keeping this pout that Tara had instructed me to hold. Though back in her two bedroom it had sounded doable. Now however, with Cameron’s fingers masterfully stroking, circling, maintaining these stunning sensations I’d only ever read about, my lips trembled with emotion; a mixture of desire and exhilaration.
“Do you want me to stop, Mia?” said Cameron.
