Addy comes down before Adrian can say anything to that.
She kisses Adrian first and then hugs me before saying, “Why are we all crowded in the foyer? Come on.”
She leads us to the living room. The guest one. Not the one closest to the kitchen where the children can usually be found hanging out.
Eileen is already there in the corner waiting and as soon as we enter, walks over to Adrian and mutters something in his ear that he makes a dismissive hand gesture towards before she goes back to her corner. Vaughn lets go of my arm to talk to Alik and Adrian. Addy and Nadia talk in another corner while I stand off to the side with no one to really talk to and just nibble on appetizers.
“How is everything going?” Eileen says, slipping quietly next to me and almost making me jump in surprise. Even though she was the first thing I noticed entering the room, she still managed to sneak up on me.
“Fine.”
“Are you answering my real question or are you pretending to think I’m talking about the evening so far?” the woman asks.
“What’s your real question?”
“You know,” Eileen says.
“The Vorobevs have been kind to me,” I say.
“Which ones?”
I should have known vague wordplay wouldn’t work on Eileen, and I can’t help but quickly dart my eyes to where I feel Alik’s eyes on me. Not Nadia’s. Nadia’s gaze feels different.
“Vaughn has been kind. Busy.”
“You can say it’s difficult. I’m sure he works a lot and is busy. You probably haven’t got much of a chance to get to know him, have you?”
“I mean—” I cut myself off when I suddenly remember the toy up my cunt. Remember because I suddenly go from being unable to feel it to feeling it vibrating inside me.
It’s strong. Not as strong as Alik’s fingers thrusting inside me and Nadia’s hand furiously rubbing my clit, but strong enough to be distracting. It stops just as suddenly as it started.
Eileen mistakes my stopping talking for hesitancy and says, “You can be truthful. It’s an arranged marriage. You’re not expected to love him or even like him. You just have to be able to peacefully co-exist with him.”
That might be true. However, I’m very aware that Eileen is Adrian’s right-hand woman. No doubt she’s probing me and anything I say will get back to Adrian. And me and Vaughn have a deal.
“It’s—” The toy begins to vibrate again, and I have to let out a slow breath before I can talk again. “It’s fine.”
Eileen frowns. “Seriously. Is everything okay? He’s not hurting you. Is he?”
“No,” I say quickly. Both because of the ache in my cunt and the tight pressure beginning to build in me again as well as not wanting to out Vaughn. Then, more calmly, I say, “He’s not hurting me. We just… don’t see eye to eye on some things. But everything’s fine.” That’s all I can say with the toy vibrating between my legs. It stops, and I’m able to add, “I’m generally enjoying my time there.”
“That’s good to hear,” Addy says, coming up to me. I was so distracted by the toy, I didn’t notice. “You look a little flushed, Kiya. Are you feeling unwell?”
“I’m fine. Just…” The toy turns back on, but I somehow manage to say, “Just hungry. I haven’t eaten much today.”
“Dinner should be ready soon. Let me go check with the cooks.”
When Addy walks away to do just that, I look up to where I feel Nadia’s gaze coming from. She meets my eyes with a sly smile, and my heart jumps in anticipation and dread of what’s to come.
All throughout dinner, the vibrator periodically turns on and works my cunt. A pleasant but also painful pressure building up inside me. But it’s like Nadia knows just when it’s going to burst, because just as soon as I think I can’t hold it back anymore, she stops, and my body slowly unwinds. But not in the way it unwinds when I’ve come. But in a way that’s slow and torturous and leaves me needing instead of that sated and warm feeling. Yet, at the same time, it feels so good.
By the time dinner is over, I feel all warm and pleasantly buzzed even though I haven’t had a bit of alcohol tonight.
We congregate back in the living room for dessert. Instinctively, I want to go to where Alik and Nadia are sitting together but dutifully go sit next to Vaughn. To my horror, Vaughn boldly places his hand on my thigh. Almost right after, the toy begins to vibrate inside me, but this time it’s accompanied by a new sensation, and I realize what those little bunny ears were for as they begin to vibrate against my clit.
I squeeze my thighs together, and I don’t know if it helps or makes it worse or does nothing at all.
“You like this?” Vaughn asks, running his hand up and down my thigh.