Page 49 of Raine

He does it a couple more times, and I swear I could come from his ministrations if he continued. I try to focus on the couple in front of me but it’s becoming futile.

“Do you like what he’s doing to her?” Gabe’s voice breaks through the fog, and I focus in time to see him bring a leather flogger down on her pussy.

I swallow the saliva collecting in my throat, humiliation coating my tongue, knowing I have to voice my answer. “Yes,” I whisper.

“Hmmm,” he hums, but doesn’t say anything else, and it makes me wonder what he’s thinking.

His fingers start to work faster, causing me to gasp. A small moan leaves my lips, and fear shakes my body.

He slaps my pussy, and I jolt forward. “Naughty girl. Keep quiet if you want to come.” And I know the smug bastard has a smirk on his face without even turning to look at him.

My orgasm is in his hand, literally, and I’m not naïve; I know he’ll follow through and not let me climax if I disobey him.

I clamp my lips shut, and he hums his approval beside me. The woman on the stage is crying out, her body shaking as she tries to buck off the bench she’s tied to. She isn’t going anywhere, though; her partner has made certain of it.

The man on stage zips down his leather pants, his dick springs free and he palms it, spitting down and stroking a couple of times.

The motion is hot as fuck, and I picture Gabe doing it while I lay there helpless instead.

“What are you thinking?”

Heat blooms in my cheeks, the embarrassment floundering within like a dead fish trying to seek the water it needs to survive.

My throat feels like there’s gravel lodged inside of it. When I finally open my mouth, the voice I hear doesn’t sound like my own.

“I…I was imagining you doing what he did with me being ready for you to… use,” I settle on.

“Hmm… that is interesting.”

His hand squeezes my waist, and I move in closer to him, my breath hitching when he slaps my pussy a few more times before moving his digits around rougher and knocking my hood piercing.

I need… more. And I wish I’d worn a skirt so he could finger-fuck my needy cunt harder and faster. As if reading my mind, he pulls at the catsuit and I hear a slight tear, over the low-playing music before his fingers spread me wide and he inserts one.

“Fuck me, you’re saturated,” he growls, his fingers flicking over my hood piercing before his digits move faster inside of me and send my eyes to the back of my head.

“Do you like knowing someone could be watching me play with you, Raine? Does it turn you on?”

My lids flutter open, and he slows his movements as if only now realizing my eyes were closed. “Keep your eyes open and mouth shut if you want your pussy to milk my fingers, little o

ne. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he hedges.

“Yes, Daddy?” I question.

“Good girl.”

My pussy clenches around his digits and he growls beside me, his fingers moving faster while his thumb circles my clit and I battle to keep my whimpers and moans inside.

My body starts locking up, my legs tensing, and he slows his pace before whispering in my ear. “Do you want to come?”

“Ye…yes, Daddy, please,” I say, knowing I’d do almost anything for him to give me this pleasure.

He doesn’t answer; instead, he slams his fingers in rougher and harder, his thumb pressing harshly against my piercing as the orgasm lights my body from the inside out.

My back bows off the seat, my thighs clutch his hand between them as I bring my hand to my mouth to keep my cries inside. My vision blurs, and I feel like I’m about to pass the fuck out from the intense orgasm suffocating me in its grip.