Page 55 of Her Cruel Empire
“So I get to corrupt you.”
Her hands tug my pants and underwear down, and her fingers trail along my skin, making me shiver. Then she pats the side of the sink. “Up,” she tells me. “And then hold your pussy open.”
I climb up and spread my legs, feeling absurdly vulnerable. She kneels between them, her face inches from the place I need her most. “This is mine, isn’t it?” she murmurs.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“It’s yours.”
“Tell me why.”
“Because you own me,” I breathe.
“That’s right.” She leans in, her breath warm and soft against my folds. “Now be a good girl and stay still.”
Her tongue flicks at my clit, and I gasp. I clutch the edges of the counter and try to hold still. To stay silent. But her tongue swirls around and around, and then plunges deep inside me. I’m not sure how long I can stay quiet, because the pleasure is already so intense.
Eva’s tongue slides back to my clit, and she sucks the nub gently between her lips. The feeling is intense, and I let out a strangled moan. She sucks harder, and a wave of pleasure-pain rolls through me. I close my eyes and try to hold still but her tongue is relentless, flicking and teasing until my thighs begin to shake.
Then, when I’m right on the edge, she stands, her lips glistening. She takes a handful of my hair and pulls my face to hers, pressing her tongue into my mouth so I can taste myself. “I want to watch you while you come,” she breathes. “And I want you to make me come while I do.”
She takes my hand and guides it up her skirt, helping me push aside the silk of her panties, where I find her slick and ready. I rub her clit, watching her expression, loving the way her eyes flutter shut, and her breathing quickens. She unbuttons her blouse and guides my other hand into the cup of her bra, and together we pull out her breast, her dark nipple already hard. Once my fingers are busy, she yanks up my top and tugs down my bra, letting my tits fall out into her hands. “God,” she sighs. “These are so luscious.”
I can’t deny the thrill of pleasure her words bring. Her hands cover my breasts, her thumbs teasing my nipples, and her eyes are locked on mine, a smile playing at her lips. “And your mouth is luscious, too. Open it.”
I obey, letting her press two fingers into my mouth. “Suck,” she says, and I close my lips around her fingers, sucking them, tasting her. “That’s right,” she purrs. “That’s good.”
Her other hand leaves my breast, trailing down my body until she finds my clit once more, rubbing it in a slow, firm circle, mimicking my movements in her underwear. “Oh, you love this, don’t you? You love having your pussy played with.”
I nod, my eyes wide, and suck harder, making her chuckle. “Such a good girl. Now let’s see what happens if you keep going. And don’t stop.”
Her fingers slide in and out of my mouth, and her other hand picks up speed just as mine does, rubbing me, pressing into me, circling and swirling just as I’m doing for her. I can tell she’s getting closer; she’s getting wetter and her breath is quickening, her body arching toward me.
My fingers dip into her pussy, making her moan. “Ah, that feels so good,” she pants, her fingers fucking my mouth deep before withdrawing, rubbing across my cheek, smearing the saliva across my skin. “I’m going to make such a mess of you, everyone will know exactly what I’ve been doing to you when we get to Paris.”
I moan, wanting to beg, but her fingers are in my mouth again, her thumb circling my clit. “Come for me,” she says, and her voice is husky and dark, and her fingers are thrusting deeper into my mouth, and then her own cries are mingling with mine, and I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t do anything but feel the waves crashing through me.
She leans into me. “Robin,” she whispers against my throat, and the way she says my name makes me tremble.
After we disentangle our fingers from various places, we stay pressed together, breathing hard. The plane hums around us, carrying us toward a city I never thought I’d see.
“We should—” I start, but she silences me with a kiss.
“We should,” she agrees, but neither of us moves for several more minutes.
We finally make it back to our seats, and not long after, Paris spreads out below us like a dream made of light. The Eiffel Tower glints in the sunshine, and the Seine winds through the city like a ribbon of silver. I press my face to the window, unable to contain my wonder.
“It’s so beautiful,” I breathe.
Eva watches me with a faint smile. “You’ve never been?”
“Are you kidding? I’ve barely been outside Vegas.” I laugh at myself, feeling suddenly foolish. “I’m sorry, I must seem like a complete hick.”
“You seem bewitched,” she says, and there’s something in her voice that makes me look at her more closely. “It’s…refreshing.”
A car is waiting when we land—yet another sleek black vehicle with tinted windows. Leon sits in the front with the driver, and I slide into the back seat beside Eva. As we glide through the city, I can’t stop staring out the window.
