Page 12 of Privilege
My lower belly clenches deliciously despite my nerves.
“He’s picturing what’s between your legs, Cara. Thinking about what you look like. What you feel like.”
I close my eyes and focus on the pleasure of his fingers on my nipple and my thigh.
“Eyes open,” he bites out, pinching my ass.
I yelp and open my eyes again as he squeezes my wrist and guides my hand to my underwear. “What do you feel like, Cara? Tell me.”
I run my fingers between my legs, over my damp panties. “I’m wet,” I breathe.
He nudges my legs apart with his foot. “Show me.”
Heartbeat erratic and breathing embarrassingly loud, I pull my panties aside exposing my trim blonde pubic hair and dip two fingers inside my pussy. I sag into him a little at the contact, before I pull them back out. They’re glistening, and I hold them up over my shoulder so he can see.
He drops his mouth to my fingers and licks them clean, eyes on mine in the mirror. This is his version of punishment, somehow. Although I’m not exactly sure for what.
You know exactly for what.
“This pussy ismine,” he says, his voice dangerously quiet. He directs me to take over the nipple pinching. “He can look all he wants but you’remine.Do you understand?”
I nod, mouth slack, my core molten at such an open claim. He starts to rub me through the soaking wet fabric.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, Rich.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“Say it again.”
“I want you, Rich.”
He shoves my underwear down to my thighs and palms my slit. I cry out, desperate for more friction, but he’s still taking his time, still watching me.
“He wonders what your pussy looks like, Cara.”
“Let him,” I groan.
He spreads me open with his thumb and middle finger, splits me wide and stares right at my dripping cunt.
“Look at how beautiful you are.”
This is a new level of drenched. Everything in my body is clenching. Slowly, too slowly, he slips his first finger inside of me while he holds me open. We watch him sink in and out, excruciatingly slow, before he pulls away and examines his fingers, rubs them together. They’recoveredin me, strings of cum connecting them, and he is staring at it like he won the goddamn lottery.
Control slipping, he uses his free hand to shove his pants down. His dick springs free and he tips me slightly forward. I catch myself on the heavy gilded frame of the mirror.
He presses the head of his cock to my pussy. I’m starting to sweat with anticipation, my back damp as I squirm.
“Dane doesn’t get this,” he says. His cock twitches as he says his brother’s name.
My pussy clenches and I groan, dropping my head, chin tucked into my chest as I hold on to the frame of the mirror even tighter.
