INKED 8: A Tattoo Shop Reverse Harem

Shit.

I don't know if she's enjoying this, but I am. Every last bit of it. When she gets into the shower and turns to allow the water to cascade over her, I finally get a view of her pretty breasts. They're soft-looking and tipped with nipples that are drawn into tight points. Kyla takes a handful of soap and begins to rub it over herself in a way that looks natural rather than seductive. She's worked out that I don't want a show. I just want to see what's real.

The urge to yank my own clothes from my body and join her in the steam is overwhelming, but I hold back, knowing that there is more to come.

As Kyla dries herself, I back into the hallway to get ready for the main event.

And when she's done, she gets me for dessert.

30

KYLA

Dex is watching me, but I don’t know where from. He could be in the hallway, in my closet, or behind my drapes. I guess it doesn’t matter where he is, only that his eyes are on me as I dry myself.

I’m guessing that he wants me to be as natural as possible. It wouldn’t feel real if he could tell I’m putting on a show for him, and I’m glad about that. I’m not a good actress, and if there is one thing I vowed never to do in my life, it’s to fake pleasure during sex.

I reach for my cutest nightshirt, which is made of pink satin and lace. I don’t search out panties because Dex wants to watch me play with myself, and they would only get in the way. As I’m pulling the nightshirt over my head, I debate whether I should use my fingers or a toy.

If Dex wasn’t here, the toy would be my go-to. It’s an average-sized purple vibrator that always gets me off nice and fast. What would he prefer? Without asking, I have no way of knowing, so I decide to go with my usual.

It’s in my nightstand, in a cute little makeup purse, and I find it before settling back against my comforter. If the truth is told, I would usually masturbate under the covers, but Dex wouldn’t get to see much, and the idea that he can see everything has already made me hot and slippery between my legs.

When I pull out the vibrator, I listen to see if I can hear a response from him, but wherever he is, he’s cool, calm, and collected. Lying back against the pillows, I twist the base of the vibrator so that it begins to hum, spread my legs, and draw up the hem of my nightshirt.

The first touch of it against my clit makes me jump. I’m already so swollen and sensitized that it’s almost too much. I run it lower, dipping the tip just inside my entrance, and close my eyes at the sensation. I know it’s not going to take me longer than a couple of minutes to come, and I imagine Dex behind the door to my bedroom, his eyes glued to what I’m doing, and his hand wrapped around his cock. I imagine him bursting in and replacing the vibrator with his big cock, hammering into me so hard that my head hits the headboard, and my back arches like a bow.

I imagine him coming inside me, the pulsing of his cock pushing me over the edge. I think about his teeth on my nipples, his hands gripping my flesh, the punishing force of his kiss, and that’s all it takes. I come with the vibrator on my clit and my legs spread wide, knowing he’ll see the contraction of my pussy. Knowing he’s watching and listening to my pleasure.

I keep my eyes closed as I come down from the intensity of my orgasm, wondering if it was everything Dex hoped it would be. This fantasy of his seemed strange when he explained it, but I can see the appeal. There’s something so naughty and forbidden about watching someone do the simple things that happen in private. And for me, knowing I had an audience just made the pleasure even sharper.

When his hand touches the skin on my ankle, I don’t flinch. I don’t open my eyes either, simply letting him begin to explore my body as though I’m asleep, and he’s still a forbidden outsider to my pleasure. The trail of his finger up the inside of my leg is sweet torture. I almost shiver with pleasure, but I control my responses so I can stay inside the fantasy for as long as possible.

Is he enjoying my unresponsiveness, or does he want the fantasy to be over? I decide I don’t care. This is about my pleasure too, and this is what feels good to me. I can hide behind my eyelids and let him explore my body.