“No, Sir. Sorry.” She turned around but not before he saw a hint of hurt in her gaze. Oh, hell.
He nuzzled her neck. “You’re going to ruin my reputation, sprite, if you go around calling me kind.”
She remained tense for a moment then snorted out a laugh. “Sorry, Sir. I’ll make sure to tell everyone how mean and nasty you are.”
“That’s better. Now, you’ve got some work to do because I do believe Hannah is getting close. Lucky for you, Blake likes to draw things out.”
He cupped both breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers and thumbs as he spread his legs apart, widening hers. “Arms,” he growled at her. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten that you weren’t given permission to move.”
“Sorry, Sir,” she said breathlessly.
“You’ll pay for that later, when you’re strapped to the spanking bench and my hand is turning that white bottom of yours red.”
His cock was hard and aching. Christ, how many cold showers had he had lately? More than he cared to admit. He’d gotten very little sleep this week, and not because he’d been getting up to help with Jamie and Caleb.
He reached down with one hand and tucked her skirt up into the band, exposing her to the outside room, although this corner was dark enough no one would be able to make out much more than shadows.
By now, Hannah was squirming, her cries loud despite the ball gag. He ran his finger up and down his own sub’s wet folds, pressing one finger deep inside her. She clamped down around him and he had to bite back his own groan. His balls were aching. The need to turn her around so she straddled him and to push his way deep into her warm folds was almost too much to ignore.
He ran his finger around her clit. Slow, circular movements. She groaned, pressing her hips up. He drew his hand back, smacked it down sharply on her clit.
“Ow!” she cried out, arching back.
“Stay still,” he warned. Then returned his finger to its gentle ministrations.
“I need more!” she protested.
“You’ll get exactly what I wish to give you and nothing more,” he told her in a low voice. He loved the way she trembled at his words. “And I determine what you need.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He thrust two fingers inside her, loving the noises she made. So uninhibited. So beautiful. He drove her higher. Running his finger around her clit then tapping it. Moving lower so he could press his fingers inside her. With his other hand, he teased her nipples.
“Keep your gaze on Hannah. How does she look?”
“I think she looks beautiful.”
“You like watching, don’t you?”
“Y-yes. Is that wrong?”
He nuzzled her cheek. “Of course, it’s not wrong. They wouldn’t be doing a scene out in the open if they didn’t want people to watch.”
“Oh. Ohhh.”
His finger moved faster. Hannah was close, and so was Aspen. And he wanted to feel her come in his arms.
“Sir! Sir!”
“You’re being a very good girl. You’re going to do what I tell you, aren’t you? Obey your Dom now and come. Come nice and hard.”
She arched back against him, her pussy clamping down hard on the two fingers he had tucked up inside her. Her cry made his cock ache. Damn, he needed her. He continued to drive his fingers in and out, more slowly, bringing her down as she shuddered in his arms. In the cage, Hannah let go, her muffled cries reaching him.
He withdrew his fingers from her pussy, holding them up to his mouth, then sucking the juices off.
“You taste delicious, sprite.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God. I can’t believe we just did that.”