Page 147 of Risks of Temptation
"Now you," he says to me.
"We're leaving," Malin says.
"Why would you do that?" Louis's expression is all-knowing, as if he knows Malin isn't who he attempts to be.
"We put on a show last night. Sometimes things are better without an audience, don't you think?" Malin says and takes the last swig of his scotch. His jaw clenches.
"Most of the time, no," Louis replies. "Are you afraid she won't submit tonight?"
Malin's hand freezes on my thigh. "Of course she will."
"Prove it," Louis demands.
I stroke Malin's chest then unfasten another button and graze my other hand on his erection.
Bernadette warned me all eyes would be on us. I may have been naive when Malin rescued me from the pit but not any longer.
I stare at him, brushing my fingers on my collar.
His eyes have resistance in them. But he can't grapple for long. I'm worried he isn't going to fall into his role.
I lightly scratch my nails on his chest.
"Take your dress off," Malin commands.
I rise, unzip my dress, and let it fall to the ground, unveiling my lingerie.
The heat in Malin's eyes burns hotter, and they wander all over my body, pausing at times before meeting my gaze.
I feel Louis's eyes on me as well, but I only concentrate on Malin.
He says nothing else, only makes a come-hither motion with his finger.
I step forward, straddling him, my breasts near his face, my wet lower body brushing his erection over his pants.
Tonight, I don't have to wait for hours to beg him. I want him here and now. It's going to happen in this room no matter what. I knew it before I took a shower for the evening.
But Malin seems to think he can avoid it.
And the sooner we prove ourselves again, the quicker we can get to our rooms and be alone, which is what I really want.
I cup his cheeks. "Please, Master."
His eyes go dark, then light, then dark again.
He fists my hair then grazes his teeth over the thin material covering my already hard nipples.
"Yes," I moan and circle my hips on him.
He slides two fingers in me and circles his thumb on my clit. I'm immediately grateful my panties are crotchless.
"Oh God. Please," I moan.
The girl next to me begins to do something to Louis. I faintly hear her voice over the sound of the singer and the rest of the room. But Louis's eyes are on me.
"Look at me," he orders.
Malin holds his hands on my cheeks. "You are mine. You will not look at another man while your hot pussy drips on me."
