Flawless Prize

I shift again, damp and sticky just at the promise of his filthy words. “Please…” I find myself whispering.

“You want more?” Caleb grins. “Very well.”

His fingers slide deeper under my dress between my thighs, searching until he reaches—

Caleb stops. His breath grows labored.

“Dirty girl,” he admonishes me, finding me bare beneath my gown.

No panties.

I’m wet and ready for him.

“Surprise,” I whisper, enjoying the thrill of his desire. How I’ve shocked him.

“Just for that, you’re coming twice.”

I’ve barely time to inhale in delight before him fingers are stroking over my clit, sure and steady, a light rhythm that makes me squirm in my seat.

God, but he’s too good at this.

“Caleb,” I whisper, biting back a moan.

“I know, baby,” he replies, still stroking me. “It’s not enough, is it? Your greedy little cunt needs to be filled. Stretched. Used.”

He slips one finger inside me, palm pressing down against my clit as he rubs my inner walls. Oh God. I clench around him, panting hard. Luckily, the opera singer is belting out an aria so loudly, it drowns out my whimpers of pleasure.

“Look at them all,” he whispers, tilting my head to see the audience below us, just a few feet away. “They have no idea what a dirty girl you are right now, with my fingers shoved in your pussy, drenched in your slick. You would bend over this balcony and take my cock if I told you, wouldn’t you? Let me fuck you in front of all of them, begging for more.”

“Yes,” I gasp, as he thrusts another finger inside me. “God, yes.”

“That’s my dirty, perfect girl,” Caleb growls in my ear, his fingers moving faster. I swear the music is a crescendo, echoing the rise inside me.

I bite my lip, desperately trying to look cool as below the balcony, I’m thrusting wildly against his fingers, chasing the rush. The music soars, peaking, and Caleb moves in close.

“Now come for me, baby. And don’t you dare make a sound.”

I push my weight down onto his hand as the orgasm rips through my body. I lose control as his fingers move in a tornado of heat inside me, until I’m wrung out and gasping in my seat.

The audience applauds.

The opera, I realize through my haze. They’re applauding the singers, not me and my magnificent orgasm.

I collapse back.

Caleb withdraws and rearranges my dress again. “So, how are you liking the opera?” he asks in a normal voice.

I have to laugh. “It’s… An experience, alright.”

He grins. “I think that’s enough for one night. How about we get out of here?” Caleb leans in. “Your screams of pleasure are better music than anything these singers could create.”

I nod, breathless, and let him pull me to my feet.

The town car’s waiting for us, so when we get inside, he pulls me onto his lap and kisses me, pulling aside the fabric of my dress so I can straddle him.

As he trails kisses down my neck, he says, “And what did you think of Die Zauberflöte?”

I’m in absolute heaven as he feasts on my neck, so out slips the truth. “I didn’t understand a lot of it.”