Page 6 of The Shame Game

“You’re not rubbing it,” he said, some of that irritation leaking through now. “If I have to come over there because you can’t follow a simple fucking instruction…”

She sucked in a breath, a streak of fear lancing through her at the thought, and rushed to set her fingers on either side of her clit. She began to rub.

He shook his head, disappointment and disgust filling his eyes. “I said on it, Amanda, not beside it. Rub. Your fucking. Clit.”

She shook her head. He knew how sensitive she was when she was this aroused. Direct contact on her clit would bring an orgasm, yes, but it would be as painful as it was pleasurable.

“Are you safewording?”

“No, but…”

“Then do it,” he said, unyielding and unsympathetic, his gaze flinty, and his eyes shifted meaningfully for a long moment toward the wardrobe that housed most of their toys before returning to hers. “If I have to do it for you, you won’t like it.”

She swallowed hard, not wanting to give him any reason to get anything out of the wardrobe. Not the Hitachi, or the violet wand, or even a crop. In this mood, he’d choose the most diabolical thing he could find, and use it without mercy. She’d come screaming, but experience told her he wouldn’t stop with her orgasm. Unwilling to test him, she braced herself for the jolt and set her fingers firmly on top of her clit.

The cry spilled out, jerked from her throat despite her best efforts to keep it in. The sensation that blasted through her was diamond bright, with sharp edges that stole her breath. Her clit felt huge under her fingers, scraped raw before she even began to rub, and the slight blast of pain seemed to shove her orgasm further away even as it made her want it more.

“That’s it,” he said, a hint of praise slipping into his tone. “Come on, fuck yourself with that fake cock, too, there’s a good slut. Jam it into that greedy fucking hole as hard as you can.”

She clung to that thin thread of approval and obeyed, pumping the dildo out and back in again, hard enough that she grunted under the impact.

“Keep going,” he muttered, his voice guttural now. “I can see your cunt sucking that thing in. So fucking greedy, that pretty little hole. Take it out.”

It took a second for the command to register, but then she tugged the dildo free, wincing when her cunt clamped down on it, blushing when it finally slipped out with a long, liquid sound.

And when he chuckled, she nearly came on the spot.

“Didn’t want to give it up, huh?” he said lightly, just enough mockery in his tone to make her face flush hotter and her cunt clutch harder.

“Look at that.” He leaned forward, his eyes riveted on her open pussy, and she obeyed.

Her cunt was bright pink, and so wet she could see it glisten in the lights. Her hole—God, there’s that word again!—was open, the lips spread wide to accommodate the dildo. She felt it spasm, as though seeking the return of that penetration, saw it flex and pulse with blurry eyes. And she knew there was no way James could miss it.

“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered, and her eyes flew to his face. He wasn’t impersonal or impassive now. His eyes were sharp slices of blazing blue, and his cheeks had gone ruddy with color. His normally clean-shaven jaw was shadowed with a few days’ growth of beard, and it was clenched, his teeth grinding, as he stared at her wide-open cunt.

She made some sound, a sigh or a whimper, and his gaze flew back to hers. “I can see everything, Amanda.”

I know, she thought.

“I can see your pretty tits and your pretty face and your pretty, slutty cunt, red and wet and wide open, just begging for something to fill it up. Is that lube working?”

She blinked, thrown by the question, but apparently he didn’t expect an answer because he kept talking.

“I bet it is,” he continued. “I bet your pussy is going crazy, those little flutters and pulses getting stronger. I bet your clit feels like a ripe little berry, ready to split from the pressure. And I can see all of it.”

He waited a beat, that little smile finally curling his lips, sharper and meaner than she was used to. She shuddered with both arousal and fear, and the smile sharpened some more. “Put it back in and fuck yourself until you come.”

She brought the dildo, still in her hand, back to her pussy, pushing it in with ease now, her body accepting it eagerly, and began a swift in and out that quickly brought her lust back up to boiling point.

“Clit, too,” he directed, and she moved the fingers that had stilled on her clit. Her hips jerked with every stroke, pain and pleasure like twin bolts of white-hot lighting.

“Keep your fucking legs open,” he snapped, and she realized she’d brought them closer, the way she always did when an orgasm was imminent, as though she was trying to hold the sensation in. She fought to keep them spread, wishing he’d tied her down so she wouldn’t have to struggle, but somehow the struggle made it better.

“Look at me, Amanda,” he ground out, his voice a guttural growl now, and she had to fight to keep her eyes on him just as she fought to keep her legs spread.

“That’s it, keep watching me. I see you, Amanda, your slutty little hole grabbing at that cock, wanting more of it. Keep your fucking legs open,” he snarled, his lip curling into a sneer. “You don’t get to hide from me. I get it all. You hear me? I get it all.”

“Yes, I hear you,” she gasped, the tension in her belly winding tighter and tighter, the pressure building. Her cunt was beginning to flutter, hips pumping as she jerked the dildo in and out.

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