Soraya watched as the wicked grin vanished as quickly as it came. A shiver shot down her spine, and she swallowed.
His grip flexed around her throat, and she became very aware of the heat radiating off of him—warming her back. The scent of jasmine and sagebrush turned heavier in the air, and on her next inhale, her thighs squeezed together as it flooded her senses, making her lightheaded.
Sprawled out around her, he tightened his hold on her neck, guiding her gaze forward. Her heart pounded, and the pulse between her legs intensified with each beat.
“I haven’t asked you to do anything you didn’t already want to—have I, Love?” Lestis purred, steady and sure, as his free hand landed on top of her knees, pressed tightly together.
Soraya was momentarily stunned by the arousal coursing through her system. Words completely escaped her as he slid his hand down the slope of her knee, tracing along the fabric of her dress and leaving behind a trail of heat before moving back up. Lightly gripping her right kneecap, he whispered, “Open for me, Soraya.”
How did she end up like this again? She was hungry…and decided to walk around downtown to get some food in her swanky new dress…and then…
She swallowed, then swallowed again as his thumb attached to the hand on her throat, swiped gently up and down right over her throbbing pulse. Slowly, she parted her knees apart.
Lestis took a deep breath, and Soraya’s whole body moved with his chest as it expanded and contracted. His hand slid to grip the inside of her knee, guiding her leg open further. The dominance in his touch alone had her inner walls clenching tight.
The slit of her dress parted, revealing more and more of her smooth skin until the fabric gave way, sliding across her thigh and pooling at her center. Her body twitched at the sensation of the silky material against her bare skin, and she bit her lip as some of it clung to the wetness coating her inner thighs.
Lestis didn’t stop guiding her leg until her heeled foot was planted on the other side of his thigh, her left leg spread and pressed against his bent one.
With her legs stretched wide open, Lestis hummed his approval, and she felt him take another deep breath. The scent of her arousal hung in the air, making her wonder if he, too, could sense it.
Shivering, Soraya’s eyes traced down her inclined body, heat rising to her face when she noticed her hardened nipples straining against the gossamer, cellophane-like fabric of her dress in an obscene manner. The material left nothing to the imagination, and her gaze drifted lower…finally landing between her spread, trembling legs.
The thin yellow-gold dress was the only barrier keeping her dripping arousal from being fully visible to Lestis, who was taking a long, unhurried look at her body. She prayed he wouldn’t realize just how wet she was, or how the fabric clung to the softest part of her inner thigh.
She could tell him to stop, to keep him from discovering the drenched, throbbing truth beneath the dress...but she didn’t want to.
Without a word, they both watched as his fingers trailed a path down her leg, drifting lower and lower until they barely brushed the pooled fabric at her center. Her breathing grew shallow, and the hand on her neck felt like a hot brand as she let herself relax into his grip.
Her breath hitched as his fingers lingered just at the edge of her dress. Her thighs trembled as she strained to open them wider, waiting for his heated touch to slip beneath the fabric and soothe the ache building between her legs—
His hand abruptly changed directions back up her thigh. She bit her lip to keep a noise of frustration from leaving her lips.
Lestis chuckled, as if detecting her frustration anyhow. “Relax, Love. I’ll get there.”
Fucking bastard, Soraya thought as she clenched her jaw.
Soraya hated how calm and steady he sounded, but—exhaling slowly, she realized just how tense her body had become. She took in a long deep breath, feeling herself unravel.
The musky scent of that damned jasmine and sagebrush washed over her, fulling her lungs. Her chest shuddered as she dragged down the intoxicating scent. It pulled her deeper and deeper into its alluring depths until she was drowning in it.
Suffocating in the sweetest way possible.
Lestis said something she didn’t catch, and his hand tightened gently around her neck, pulling her head back until she was staring, unseeing, at the ceiling.
The heat of him had turned from a cozy warmth to a heated furnace. Soraya melted back into his hard, scorching frame, their bodies melding together, as her mind floated, untethered from any logic.
She was surrounded by him.
His light, teasing touches resumed—setting her entire body throbbing with need. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down her leg, heading toward her pounding, aching center—only to veer back up at the last moment, leaving her breathless with anticipation. Then he switched, repeating the same maddening path down her other leg. Down, then up. Switch.
Down.
And.
Up.
The grip he had on her neck became tighter, and tighter, his thumb swiping lavishly up and down her neck—nothing but a careless, featherlight touch. With each pass of that thumb, her heated skin turned all the more sensitive. Her body came alive, fixated on his burning touches.
Soraya’s body trembled under the undeniable ownership he had over her in that moment. Her mouth fell open as uneven pants stuttered through her lips. Her delicate inner walls clenched and released—clenched and released. Her body throbbed to the rhythm he was creating on her skin.
Before she knew it, her hips were rocking with every swipe.
Soraya was vaguely aware of him burying his nose in her hair, inhaling her scent, but her focus remained fixed on the tantalizing path of his hand. It curved inside her inner thigh, teasingly brushing against the edge of the dress that covered her core, making her squirm against him. The feel of his erection pressing into her lower back left her mouth dry.
He tsked, suddenly abandoning the slow, torturous exploration of lazy touches. His hand lifted completely from her thigh, and a small noise of want escaped her lips. But then, his heavy hand landed squarely between her legs. The heat of his hand met the heat of her core as he cupped her. She choked on her desire.
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“Tell me what you want, Soraya,” Lestis whispered seductively in her ear.
She closed her eyes, drowning in desire. Words eluded her completely; a long, deep moan was her only answer as she moved her hips back and forth, desperate to create friction against the palm of his hand. Her clit throbbed under his denying touch as his hand moved with her.
“Touch yourself, Love.” The command dripped off his lips as he removed his touch.
A whimper escaped her throat. She wanted—no, needed—his touch.
He laughed, that bastard laughed, with a tone that suggested he was amused and untterly unaffected by her plight. Soraya wanted to make him pay.
She was going to make him pay, she thought to herself as she unclenched her hand from his dress pants. With a mind of its own, her hand reached between her legs, and before she could slide it under her dress, he gripped her wrist like an iron band, stopping her.
“No, Love. Not like that,” he admonished. An annoyed breath escaped her as Soraya strained against him, but she didn’t have to attempt to form words before he explained further. “Touch yourself over your dress; this material heightens the senses.” Before she could do just that, he added, amusement lacing his tone, “I forgot how much you don’t know. So, I shall show you.”
His hand slipped between her thighs, and she could feel the heat radiating off his fingers—
She gasped.
His deft fingers spread the fabric taunt across her folds, and without giving her a chance to process the feel of it, his fingertip found the bundle of nerves at the top of her entrance and began to trace around it.
The sensation was like no other. Both the heat and the cooling effect of the fabric had her breath catching—it was like water running over her pussy.
She let out another moan.
“Doesn’t it feel good, Love?” he asked, fully aware she was beyond speaking.
Her body shuddered as he dragged his teasing fingers around and around her clit, but he never applied the pressure she desperately needed to feel truly satisfied.
She tried to push up into his hand, but once again he denied her the pleasure, making her whimper in frustration.
His breath was on her cheek, then his teeth grazed her earlobe, nibbling softly and adding to the whirlwind of sensations sweeping through her.
Out of frustration, she reached down and clasped his wrist. But—fucking hell—his hand didn’t budge at all. His causal strength kept her right where he wanted her.
“I would hate to give you any more orders, Soraya. So this is entirely up to you and what you want. You just have to ask.”
He was the biggest bastard she’d ever met. “T-Touch—”
He hummed under his breath, “Did you say something?”
“Please,” she begged, the inferno under her skin pulsed, burning every nerve in her body as her clit throbbed and throbbed.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
The dress covering her drenched pussy was peeled back, the material—having been glued to her delicate, sticky folds—felt like a bandage being ripped off, causing her to gasp. She gasped again as his fingers went straight to her entrance. He didn’t hesitate, plunging his middle finger in deep.
Her body tensed before slacking—tight and loose in all the right places at his sudden intrusion.
Her pussy clenched down around his digits, but it wasn’t enough. He had been teasing her poor clit all this time and was still denying her what she really wanted. His finger stilled inside her. He released her throat and, using his now-free hand, pulled her quivering left leg over his bent one. The move rendered her completely immobile—she was entirely at his mercy.
She moaned, trying to rock her hips.
Lestis added a second finger once he deemed her ready, stretching her further. With long, steady strokes, he began to pump in and out of her. His free hand traveled up her belly; his touch seared her skin even as his fingers dipped into her slick, heated core. She could feel her juices running down her entrance, dripping down her ass and onto the floor.
Lestis cupped her aching, heavy breast making her moan at the predatory touch. “Look at you,” he said, his voice deep and hoarse. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re completely fucking drench.” Just to prove his point, his fingers picked up speed, driving deep into her soaked core. Her head dug back on his shoulder as she gave herself over to the mind-numbing pleasure. Her pussy was making all kinds of squelching, filthy noises, while her heavy breaths and moans filled the air.
“Did you hear that the Seraphim was spotted off the coast of Zephyria?” a man’s voice floated in from the hallway.
Soraya clamped her lips shut to keep another slutty moan from slipping out. She had forgotten that the metal lattice work didn’t keep any sound from coming in or out. Lestis fingers were still between her legs, dragging out the sounds of her wet pussy, and she felt completely exposed. He practically had her on full display. All someone would have to do was look right into the room, and they would see her with her legs spread around Lestis’s knees, his hand pumping between her thighs.
“Les—” she panted out half his name, but he didn’t relent.
His heavy breathing filled her ear as he brought his lips closer to it. Her eyes were still shut, but she could feel him examining her. She expected that he didn’t hear the people out in the hall when someone responded a little further away.
“I have, indeed. Some of my friends at the Dovecote told me they saw it flying through a thunderstorm right outside their windows,” a woman’s voice replied.
Soraya came to realize that Lestis didn’t give a fuck about the people potentially catching them in the act. Not as his palm finally came down to grind on her neglected bundle of nerves, making her suck in a gasping moan. She could feel his hot breath on her ear before his husky voice whispered, “Are you shy to let others listen as you partake in pleasure, Love? How does that work in your profession?”
He pulled his soaked fingers out and pressed them down her clit, pleasure sparking with each pass of the pad of his fingertips, the question he asked never registering with her—not as her legs jerked with every stroke he gave her.
Soraya was so close. So close.
He strummed her a couple of more times, dipping his fingers into her heated, gushing core and bringing her slick juices to rub around her clit. Building her pleasure higher and higher as her body grew taut. Plunging two fingers back into her with ease, he grinded his palm down exactly where she needed him, just as his other hand came up swipe around her erect nipple before pinching it hard and pulling it between his thumb and forefinger.
Stars exploded behind her eyes as Lestis reached up a hand and clamped it over her mouth, muffling her scream as her orgasm blasted through her trembling body.
“Lestis,” a cool male voice called out.
Soraya’s hips shuddered with the waves of her rolling orgasm, and a surge of her wetness coated Lestis’s fingers as they continued to pump between her shuddering thighs.
“What is it, Elion?” Lestis answered unfazed as she came apart on top of him.
“The meeting has begun, and the others are wondering where you are.” There was a slight pause as Lestis’s palm once again gorund down on her oversensitive clit, causing her to cry out behind his hand. “Unless…do you wish me to inform them that your presence is required elsewhere?” Soraya could hear the amusement in his voice, and she shot a hand down to still Lestis’s hand from further abusing her poor clit.
“No. I will be out in a moment,” Lestis informed him as he finally dragged his fingers out of her quivering pussy. Soraya opened her eyes just as Lestis gently gathered her legs. He picked her up and maneuvered her against the cushion beside him. The room spun around her.
“I’ll be back love. Clean up and be ready for me when I get back. I’ll compensate you for your time,” Lestis said as he fixed himself.
Dazed, she watched him as he opened the door, looking behind him, his eyes sweeping over her limp form.
“Lestis?” the stranger asked as he stood there, looking at her longer than necessary.
She heard his throat clear before he dragged his eyes away from her heaving body and shut the door quietly behind him.
Once he disappeared down the hall, the gears in her mind started to churn.
As the air cleared from the jasmine and sagebrush, she could hear the wind blowing through the curtains. Her mind settled just as she was able to get a grip on her breathing.
“Compensate?” Soraya whispered out loud. The little pieces of what he said to her over the past two hours came floating back. Cheeks turning red, she yelled, “COMPENSATE!”
He thought she was a run-of-the-mill hooker.
Outraged, she found the energy to get up from the floor sofa. Wobbling on her heels, she bent down to swipe her panties off the rug. She quickly pulled them on, her face still beat red. She spotted her half-eaten moon-honey pie and swiped it off the low table. She earned it after all.
On shaky legs, she made her swift exit with a huff.
Bastard didn’t even pay upfront. What kind of whore did he take her for?