Page 38 of Ruin
Eventually, I hear her bedroom door open and close, and I lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
There is absolutely no way I’m getting any sleep tonight.
This is the first time I’ve been awake in my room whilst she has been moving around next door. Whenever Daniel stayed on the pullout couch in my office, he was in bed before me, so I hadn’t noticed just how thin the walls were.
Or perhaps I’m just hyperaware of Lily’s every movement now.
When I hear the bed frame creak, I relax a little, figuring once she’s asleep, I can at least go out and get my whiskey.
I feel like I could just neck the whiskey straight from the bottle right now. The unsettled feeling swirling in the pit of my stomach is unpleasant, and I’m regretting every choice I’ve ever made that has led me to this point.
As I lie there, scowling at the ceiling, I hear a buzzing noise, and instantly know that sleep is never going to come.
Because Lily is using the vibrator in the next room…
The noise dims slightly, and I inhale sharply. It appears I’m going to hear everything, because there’s no mistaking the breathy moan that floats through the wall a second later.
I wonder if she’s ever even used one before. From what I’ve been able to glean from our heated discussion and what Annika said, it’s clear that self exploration has been limited for her.
Her moans grow louder and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to imagine her back arching off the bed as she holds the vibrator against her clit.
I’d thought that little moan that had escaped her while wewere kissing had been breathtaking, but this is so much worse. Or better.
I don’t even know, at this point.
The torture continues, her moans pushing all logical thoughts from my mind. My cock hardens at the mere thought of her lips parting, her eyes drifting closed. Her hand gripping her breast.
I’m moving before I even realise what I’m doing. There’s no hesitation as I rip my bedroom door open, throwing hers open a second later.
The vision of her on the bed is exactly how I imagined. She’s changed into the oversized shirt she’s taken to sleeping in, and she’s got the vibrator pushed beneath the band of her underwear. With the foot of the bed facing the door, her parted legs are open towards me. All I have to do is take two steps and take control of the device against her clit.
She lifts her head off the pillow to stare at me, but makes no move to remove the vibrator and hide herself from my view. Instead, she holds my gaze as another breathy moan slips from her lips.
Something in me shifts, and my dominant nature takes over.
“That’s it, Lily. Eyes on me while you get yourself off,” I say, keeping my voice even as I keep my eyes locked on hers..
This is what I’m good at. I can control this.
Her eyes flare for a moment, and another moan follows, louder now.
“You’re doing so well.”
I suspect that praise will be what works best. While Imogen enjoys being used and wants a little pain with her pleasure, that won’t work with Lily. Not with what she’s been through. Although, even before Joseph got his hands on her, she alwaysresponded better to praise. Because, god knows, she never got it at home.
My words have the desired effect, her eyes closing slightly as she applies more pressure with the vibrator.
I’m itching to take control of the device, but I hold myself back. Instead, I lean my shoulder against the doorframe and cross my arms.
I continue to urge her on, keeping my voice low. She keeps her eyes on me, although her eyelids are barely open while her moans grow louder.
It really is spectacular to watch.
“Are you going to come for me, Lily?” I ask, and she nods, biting her lip and letting her head fall back against the pillow. “That’s it, Angel. You’re perfect.”
The term of endearment slips out without any thought, but I realise it fits well, because her hair is splayed out around her like a golden halo.
Imogen is Miss Delphine. And now… I guess Lily is Angel.
