Devil's Contract

I continue to lift the dress, ignoring her weak demand. I bunch the material on her hip, and then take hold of her panties and tug.

“Lower these,” I whisper in her ear.

Her body stiffens even more. She’s still staring at the men drinking and laughing, not paying attention to us… yet.

“Not here. Please.” The softness in her plea actually makes me take pause, but I push the feeling away as quickly as it came.

“Lower these.” I pull on the panties, considering tearing them off her if she doesn’t obey. Although I want her submission in this act, so I wait.

“Please don’t embarrass me in front of them.” I watch the smooth movement of her throat as she swallows hard. “Do whatever you want to me downstairs. Just not here.”

A spark of rage ignites inside. As hard as I’m trying to move past the old feelings, they still haunt me. “Did you care about how it would embarrass me when you threw my ass out on the street? Did you worry about those men at the table when all of a sudden, they were asked to leave The Whitney never to return? Did you care how it made it appear as if my balls had been chopped off by a spoiled rich girl princess who thought she could run an empire better than her daddy?”

Katja remains quiet, her eyelashes fluttering as she licks her lip. She then takes hold of her panties and lowers them over the curve of her ass, leaving them at her thighs.

If any of the men were to look over my way—which they will eventually, wondering what’s taking so long in me getting the shots—all they will see is me pressed up against Katja’s back. Clearly the position is intimate. But just how much? They won’t be able to see that her bottom half is now completely exposed to me.

“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear as I rub my fingers along the bare flesh.

“How long are you going to keep making me pay for the past?”

I dip my finger into the seam of her ass and touch her anus. “I’ve just begun.”

Her breath hitches and she raises up on her toes to try to avoid the threat of invasion. “Please.”

“Please what? Please help you? I think that was what you came up here to ask, correct?”

As I apply pressure to her tight hole, not breaching quite yet, she hisses, “You’re cruel.”

“As are you. We’re the perfect match.”

I remove my finger from the entrance of her ass and slide it lower until I touch the wetness of her pussy.

“But I feel merciful,” I say, rubbing around her heat. “I do, however, plan on finger fucking you right here. Right now. But I’m going to allow you to choose where. Do you want me to finger fuck your pussy or finger fuck your ass?”

Her eyes widen and she holds her breath when Z looks over at us and asks, “Are you coming over with those shots or what?”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I call out, circling Katja’s clit as I do.

Katja picks up the whiskey bottle with shaky hands and pours one of the shot glasses with a painted smile on her face. When all the men turn their heads to see what the holdup is, all they can see is a woman trying to do her job while I’m pressed up against her. Yes, they can imagine why my lips are whispering into her ear, but no way could they know that I’m about to have a finger shoved up one of her holes.

“They’re watching,” she says, making a mess as she tries to pour but instead splashes the expensive liquid onto the counter.

“Why do you care?” I shove my finger into her pussy just once. “You’ve always felt that they’re nothing but sewer rats contaminating The Whitney. So why should you care what rats think?”

I push my finger inside her sex again.

“Dex, please.”

“Answer me. Do you want me to finger fuck your pussy or ass? If you don’t answer me, I’ll assume you want both.”

“Pussy,” she snaps as she fills the final shot glass to the rim.

It’s hard not to laugh at the fact that Katja is doing her damnedest to appear as if it’s business as usual and she’s not standing behind the bar with a naked ass and a finger shoved up her cunt.

I add a second finger to the one already inside her. “You’re wet. You’re making this easy for me.”

“Fuck you,” she says on a gasp as I shove my fingers all the way inside.