Page 31 of What Fury Brings
She knew he would be tricky, but she’d been trained well. Learning to control a man was just as important for her tutors to teach her as arithmetic was.
She started by raising one arm slowly and letting down the rest of her hair. It pooled to her waist, still damp in some places from the bath she’d taken earlier. She ran her fingers along her scalp, then through her hair. She threw it over her shoulders so he could see her figure clearly.
Olerra slid one strap over her shoulder. Then did the same to the other. Keeping her eyes on his, she drew a finger down her own breast over the top of her clothing, drawing a circle over where her nipple rested.
“That’ll only get you aroused, not me,” Andrastus said, though his voice wasn’t as harsh as it had been during the rest of the evening.
She said, in the most seductive voice she could manage, “I’m imagining it’s you touching me.”
There. That interested his cock.
She palmed herself. Both breasts at the same time. She went slowly, touching herself the way she’d always dreamed a man would someday. The way this man would someday. It felt delicious, and she let a little pant escape her mouth.
His cock twitched again, and Olerra began to undo the laces at her front, exposing more of her breasts and her belly to him. She stopped just shy of her hips.
She pulled out her right breast, showed him how hard the nipple was and watched in satisfaction as he gritted his teeth. What was once flaccid was less and less so by the second.
Andrastus slammed his eyes closed, as if that would stop what was happening to him. Clearly he didn’t like that she could get to him like this, and she loved that she could.
“Did you know, my breasts are so large that I can lick the nipples with my own tongue?”
He gasped as his eyes wrenched open.
“Show me,” he demanded.
She raised her breast with her hand, bringing it to her mouth and flicking out her tongue.
That’s when he lost the fight. When he must have decided that losing was winning. For his cock jutted upward, coming to full attention.
But she wasn’t done. For while she’d never had a man before, she knew how to please herself just fine. She shirked out of the straps completely and let the garment pool at her hips.
“The rest of it,” he barked. “Take the rest of it off now.”
She cocked her head to the side. “Do you want me to take you now? Are you ready to beg so soon?”
He closed his eyes again, clearly trying to gain some modicum of control when he had already lost. Let him do what he liked. She was taunting him, of course. She wouldn’t follow through with it no matter what he said. She wasn’t ready for him yet. That was the whole purpose of tonight.
Olerra gauged the appropriate phallus size and marked it with her eye.
Now she wanted to come.
Olerra slid her hand under the remaining fabric and stroked her seam. She was wetter than usual. Something about the sight of him wanting her made her even more excited. Her clit throbbed, and she wasted no more time before letting her fingers drift where she wanted them.
She gasped, eyes on his manhood, and Andrastus lost the battle and opened his again.
“Fuck,” he said at what he saw. He could not see her sex, as it was still covered by the lingerie, but there could be little doubt as to what her hand was doing.
Her eyes rose to his as she found a rhythm that pleased her. Sheangled her hips so she could move with her fingers. Every brush of her clit was like fire through her body, and she could feel the end coming sooner than usual.
“Slow down,” he demanded of her. “It’ll be over too—”
She whimpered as release coursed through her. It was brief, but it cleared her head and reminded her of who was in charge here.
Olerra picked up the correct phallus and showed it to him. “A fine likeness, don’t you think?”
He glared at her. Just glared at her.
“Have a good night,” she said to him, turning.
