Page 45 of Coercion

“Turnaround.” I murmur.

She does as she’s told, staring back at me from the reflection in the mirror.

The lingerie is all twisted around itself. No wonder she can’t get it off.

“I thought you were just buying bras.” I say as I begin to untwist it. The outfit she has on is not something you’d simply wear under a dress.

She bites her lip. “The assistant said this would suit my skin tone. That my husband would like it…”

As my eyes run back over her, I can’t disagree, even with the straps all wrong she looks fucking gorgeous. Is that where her head is at, that she wants to wear these sexy little things for me? That she wants to dress up in expensive lingerie and let me rip if from her body before I devour her?

My hands brush against her skin and I love the contrast, my pale fingers against her dark, perfect flesh. She feels so soft. So fucking malleable. Before I can stop myself I’m tracing a patterndown her back, hearing how her breath hitches, seeing the way her body responds so delightfully.

“Preston.” She whispers.

I look back at her through the mirror. She’s dropped her hands, I can see every delicious curve of her body. My hands wrap around her, I pull her hips back into me, wanting her to feel how hard I am and she lets out a gasp. One of both shock and underneath, that obvious excitement too.

“I can’t touch you, Ruby.” I say hoping she hears the regret. Hoping she hears how much I want to pin her against this wall and slide aside that tiny bit of fabric keeping me from the very gates of paradise.

She turns, staring at me before taking my hands and cupping her breasts with them.

“You’re touching me now.” She states, suddenly so confident.

I let out a groan, palming her breasts, feeling the way her nipples harden under the silky material. She arches her back, wrapping her arms up around my neck and goes on tip toes to kiss me.

Her tongue snakes into my mouth, she isn’t just a spectator this time, she’s here, wanting this, urging me on, and suddenly I’m incensed, I’m rabid, I push her back, needing more, demanding more. She writhes into me, rocking her hips against my cock and I groan at the feel of her.

I nip at her lips, then delve my tongue deeper into her mouth in my desperation to taste all of her.

I can’t stop now.

I don’t give a fuck what anyone says, I need this too much. I damn well deserve this too.

“…here it is.” The assistant says, walking in before letting out a shriek of shock.

We break instantly.

Ruby’s face is flushed, though I’d put money on it being more than just embarrassment at how we’ve been found. In one quick movement she flicks her hair over to cover herself.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Civello.” The assistant says, stepping back quickly. “I, I didn’t realise.”

“It’s okay.” I reply. Perhaps it’s for the best. The universe is stepping in, preventing me from crossing a line I’m forbidden from going near.

Ruby bites her lip and reluctantly, I let her go, leaving her stood there, though how I can walk away with the size of my erection right now, I don’t know.

My men glance at me then quickly look away. Apparently everyone is aware of what I was up to just now. How I was indulging in my wife. I guess it’s a good thing none of them directly report into Nico or he’d have my dick served on a platter by sundown.

Ruby

Ican’t look at him. I’m too embarrassed. I don’t even know where it came from, why I did it, but one minute he was helping me and the next, well, the next I just couldn’t stop.

I wanted him to touch me, to realise that I’m not some child, because that’s what I think is the issue.

He must be over twice my age. Does he think I’m too young? Does he find my body too juvenile for him? Why else would he not be fucking his wife like any normal man would?

He keeps going on about how he can’t touch me, like it’s forbidden, like he’s made some rule in his head about what wecan and can’t do and yet I felt him, I felt how much his body wanted me.

If I want to win him over, if I want to show him that I’ve accepted this, then I need him to fuck me. I need him to want me, as much as that thought in so many ways scares the shit out of me.