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“Please, try not to do that,” I hissed.
She nodded, but as Reyna’s guests filed in, she squeezed my cock again and my balls tightened. It was going to be a long night.
Guests ate their dinner and chatted as if Emilie and I didn’t exist. As if we were merely a floral arrangement or some other decorative object and not actual humans. I understood why Emilie hated this part the most. It was dehumanizing.
I tried not to think of the throbbing ache in my knees. They’d been tucked underneath me against the hard surface for so long. It was nothing compared to the throbbing ache and need for release in my lower stomach.
Emilie did her best to keep her eyes on me, even letting them flutter closed every once in a while. I did my best not to combust every time she involuntarily clenched around my cock.
After dessert was cleared, the servants brought out more wine. A few of the men around the table lit cigarettes, and the air began to fill with smoke. I was beginning to think the night would never end when one woman finally turned her attention toward us.
“Reyna, you’ve outdone yourself with this masterpiece.” Her voice was slippery while spoke about us as if we were art. I locked my gaze on Emilie to avoid giving the woman the attention she sought.
“Isn’t it an elegant touch, Clarise? I thought since today was a special day, it deserved a special celebration.”
It felt like she was taunting me, but I didn’t care about what made today special. It was inconsequential. Her next words, though, fueled the rage inside me.
“You can touch if you’d like.”
The woman giggled and reached toward us. I wanted to rip her arm off, but I found my limbs incapable of moving, locked in place at Reyna’s will. Fuck these vines and the magic within them.
The woman—who I now recognized as the blonde woman who always took a liking to me—reached between our bodies and touched Emilie’s clit.
Emilie jolted, her pussy tightening around me, and my eyes fluttered closed. A low grumble escaped my lips. It was the most exhilarating feeling I’d ever experienced. The crowd seemed to know this too. I caught Reyna smirking behind her glass of wine.
The woman played with Emilie’s sensitive bud and another male guest leaned over to squeeze her breast. Her breaths quickened, and I knew by the pulsing around my cock—by the way she squirmed against me—she was going to come undone.
I focused all my energy on trying not to come inside her, but gods, it was difficult. Between the rocking of her hips and her pulsating pussy, I didn’t know how much more I could take. I dug my fingers into her thighs, trying to hold her still. There would be bruises there in the morning.
“That’s enough,” Reyna said, leaning back in her chair as if tonight’s entertainment bored her.
“Oh, come on, Reyna.” I recognized the man who spoke as the one named Vero. I knew he liked to push Reyna’s boundaries. I was surprised she hadn’t killed him yet for testing her.
“What does it matter to you? Don’t you enjoy seeing her tortured so?” Reyna tried to appeal to him but he eyed Emilie with a sick fascination.
“I want to see what she looks like when she comes.” He laughed and several others around the table joined in, voicing their agreement.
Reyna was losing, and she knew it. Rather than embarrass herself further, she coyly changed her stance. “I suppose it could be fun just this once.” She nodded toward the woman with her finger pressed to Emilie’s clit and she began to circle again.
It didn’t take long for Emilie’s pleasure to peak. With a rapturous cry, she seized and shuddered, walls rapidly fluttering around me. She squeezed her eyes closed as waves and waves of pleasure flooded through her—and I felt each one.
“Oh, gods,” she cried.
Oh, fuck.
I couldn’t stop it. I’d tried so hard to keep it together, but Emilie was my undoing. The sounds she made, the way she moved, every bit of her spoke to some innate piece of me. She was designed to ruin me.
I clenched my jaw as pleasure seared down my spine. My balls tightened, and I spilled into her. Ecstasy ran through my veins—my bones—and twisted in my abdomen. I wondered briefly if she could feel my cock twitching as I had felt her orgasm.
She panted and her body quivered. The woman still had two fingers pressed against her clit, torturing her past the point of pleasure.
I released an animalistic growl at the woman, and she finally let up. She turned to Reyna to express her delight. “That was quite the display. I’d love to see what else you have in store for us tonight.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Emilie
I stood and watched as the room cleared of guests. The gold paint on my skin was a mess from all the places I’d been touched. In some places, the paint was missing entirely.
