Page 43 of Darkest Sin

With my legs wide open, everyone can see me. Some of the men begin to stroke themselves through their pants while some of the women begin to rub themselves between the legs. I blush and turn my eyes toward Mikhail but that only lights me on fire more. His gaze is the most intense out of everyone here.

“I want you to come again,” he orders, rubbing his fingers along my clit. I’ve always understood my anatomy. I just never had the bravery to explore. I’ve been missing out for years.

But something tells me that my own touch would never be able to compare to Mikhail’s. His touch is magic.

“I can’t,” I gasp out, even though my hips raise up to meet his hand again.

“Yes, you can. I am telling you to do this, Natalya. Come for me again.” He presses down on my nub, making my hips jerk up.

I let my head relax and shut my eyes, enjoying the sensation he’s giving me and knowing that there are so many people enjoying what they see in return. I feel powerful and scared and excited and aroused all at once.

I have to just trust Mikhail. I have no other choice.

Once I allow myself to relax into him, I find my pleasure building and building back up again. It doesn’t take long for it to reach it’s full height.

Mikhail knows how to perfectly touch me to send me over the edge.

I gasp and arch as my second orgasm washes over me. It’s not as powerful as the first one but it’s still just as good.

I slump against him, trying to catch my breath. My head feels fuzzy and yet more clear than it ever has.

Mikhail keeps his hand between my legs, not touching my nub, but just resting it there. Claiming me.

“You are one lucky man,” someone says, letting out a whistle.

Mikhail chuckles. “I really am. You did good, baby,” he says in a lower voice for me to hear. “I’m proud of you. For giving in to your pleasure. For allowing yourself to just feel and let go.”

I’ve never felt more happy in my entire life. Mikhail’s praise beats out all the praise I ever received as a dancer. Even the praise my father gave me, which wasn’t often. He wanted me to be perfect. He didn’t believe in handing out compliments if they weren’t earned.

With Mikhail though, I did earn his compliment. I earned it through pleasure instead of pain and tears.

He settles back on the chair, keeping his hand between my legs. In a way, it’s acting as a barrier so others can’t see my vulva.

“I wish I could taste her,” a woman says. It’s the one who tried to touch my arm.

“Well, you can’t,” Mikhail says flatly. “Only I can.”

“And what does she taste like?”

Mikhail dips a finger inside of me, making me gasp. My inner walls clench down from the unexpected touch.

“Careful, baby,” he says. “Easy, easy. I won’t hurt you. Relax.”

I force myself to listen to his words. Mikhail pulls his finger back out of me and brings it to his lips. I gape at him.

“She tastes delicious. Natural musk with a hint of sweetness.”

“You haven’t put your mouth on her yet?”

“Not yet.”

The woman motions at him. “Why not now?”

Mikhail and I share a look before he shakes his head. “I think I’ve pushed my sweet wife enough for today. I already gave her a spanking earlier. She’s handled a lot. We can save that for another day. I think it’s time we head back home now.”

“Do you have to?” the woman asks. “She’s so pretty and perfect to look at.”

“You should come back here and take her virginity in front of everyone,” a man says. “I would love to see it.”