Page 215 of Satan's Spawn

“It’s a…” I jolt again, the humming sensation sending a wave of pleasure starting from my stomach all the way down to my clit. “It’s a—”

“A vibrator, yes,” he finishes the sentence I’m unable to speak. “Better than any of those little toys I threw out from under your bed…and it’s gonna make you spill that sweet stuff all over my fucking hand.” He pauses, and I’m waiting with bated breath as he adds, “But not here where everyone else can see what I do to you.”

I will slice his balls off one by one if he dares to stop this now. My body is on fire, and there are so many different sensations taking over me at once, I know I won’t make it more than a minute without screaming his name.

“Keep going,” I demand, and the seriousness behind my tone makes him chuckle.

“I take it you like my gift?” Crayton rubs the toy around my most sensitive parts, then presses down on them like the tormentor he is.

There it is, that rise in my gut I’ve been waiting for, and as soon as it reaches the edge, it’s gone with a push of a button.

I can feel Crayton’s smile against my back like the pulsing from the music.

Then the vibrator is turned on, back to working me up.

Till it’s gone again.

“Stop stopping,” I whine, wiggling my hips into him.

People around us dance, some watching us discreetly, others make out, some even in similar situations to me and Crayton. Especially my closest friend whose tongue is searching for gold down Stevenson’s throat.

“I don’t want you to come for them.” He grunts, the machine still off.

“I’m not coming for them, I’m coming for you.” I press. “And I’ll be discreet I promise.”

“You can’t do discreet, Rebecca.”

He’s not lying, but I’ll say anything to finish right now.

“Crayton Shaw, if you have an ounce of compassion for me, you will make me orgasm.”

With that and a few contemplative seconds, the vibrator is back on, doing its job to build me from the bottom up.

I arch my back into him, closing my eyes as Crayton holds me in place.

He’s the only one left who gives a shit about the people around us, where I’m just chasing the high like a dog chases a bone.

My eyes open as Crayton moves the vibrator around my clit, having me writhe above him, my chest rising and falling in quick motions the further up the mountain I go.

When I look around I find attention on us from a far distance, and thankfully Crayton is too distracted with one of my many sex kinks.

I make the briefest contact with a couple guys, who are hiding behind their cups, staring directly where Crayton’s hand is, some even sporting hard-ons as they watch me getting off.

The thrill of it all has me grinding my ass harder against his cock, drawing a hiss from Crayton’s lips as they leave kisses on my neck.

It’s a lewd form of ecstasy: being on display like this for those who know they can’t have you. Who know you can only be touched by the man who’s most powerful. It makes you feel a sense of power too, especially when you have the man they all fear surrendering to your will.

I understand a bit more why so many girls want to be by the Royals side. Especially Crayton’s since he’s the face of them—and hardest to crack.

The lingering gazes set me ablaze, along with Crayton’s skilled fingers and the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against my clit.

A single nip to my earlobe from Crayton is all it takes to have me plunging off the edge of the cliff. His mouth collides with mine, kissing me deep to swallow my cries.

I’m falling apart above him, my pussy clenching, with his dick so hard and so tempting for me to get my hands on. So I do, I find my way between us, where the button to Crayton’s jeans is teasing me. I have it released in only a few eager attempts.

“What are you doing, Little Ghost?” Crayton’s sharp tone scrapes my ear.

Like the needy mess I am from him, I state, “I want you inside me.”