Page 69 of Till Death Do Us Part

I gasped, but I had to keep it to myself, had to keep it quiet as her hand plunged down inside my underwear. All these people watching… a couple of them looked up at me, just to see the people coming out of the curtains. A whole room of people who had no idea Vera was marking me as hers right now.

I pursed my lips together to quiet the needy little whimpers I made as Vera’s fingers touched my center, as she swirled over my clit, slipping through my folds and making me melt. My knees quivered underneath me, and it took everything I had not to collapse or cry out as she kept going relentlessly, driving me up towards the edge, and then—then pausing there, leaving me hanging in anticipation, wanting, waiting.

“Please,” I whispered. She breathed in my ear.

“You want it, don’t you?”

“Y-yes…”

“You want to come in front of this room full of people…”

“I-I do, yes, please.”

“Let me decide… whether or not to let you.” Her fingers moved agonizingly slowly, just enough to keep me right on the edge, and I moaned quietly through where I bit down on my lip. My hips were starting to shake…

“I-I can’t… keep… acting like nothing is happening… if you…”

“Are you going to lose it, darling?” she teased, voice low in my ear. “Are my fingers on your needy little pussy so much that you’re going to start moaning to a whole room like a dirty little slut?”

“Yes. Please. Please, please, I-I can’t… I’m so close…”

“I haven’t had nearly enough of you yet. Be a good girl and hold on just a little longer. I’ll count you down.” She whispered in my ear. “Thirty.”

“Oh, God.” I clenched the railing so hard my knuckles went white. Vera’s fingers against my wetness, circling on my clit… all these people right there…

I was already soaked down my thighs by twenty. By fifteen, I couldn’t help begging her, tiny little gasps as I whispered I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. By five, every second seemed to be an eternity, but finally, she reached zero, and she sent me over the edge, my body coming undone in a wave of release. I pushed my lips together hard to suppress the moan as my hips shook, everything releasing finally against Vera’s hand, and it felt like hours I was there in the peak of my orgasm before I came down, breathing hard.

I was glad the mask hid my face. I don’t think I covered it up very well.

“Good girl,” Vera whispered. “That’s much better. I don’t like someone else putting their hands on my wife.”

I swallowed, looking down, blushing. “Um… I’m happy I could help.”

“You did very well.” She guided me back inside to sit in the room, and she bent down and pressed her lips to mine, a quick, deep kiss before she stood up with a satisfied smirk on her face. “Now, I am going to go to the bathroom and wash my hands. And then once you’ve recovered, let’s attend a party. Together. Where nobody is putting their hands on you.”

I nodded sheepishly, still blushing. “I suppose.”

She paused, giving me a look. “Don’t tell me you’re looking to have people’s hands on you.”

“No. Just… it’s not like I mind how it ended up…”

She laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll continue this once we’re home. Without anybody else needing to make me angry in the process.”

We joined up with the party, moving together now, and I felt a little… bubbly, going around everywhere locked onto Vera’s arm, this beautiful and incredible woman talking to people and claiming me as her wife. It was just an act, but it was still… I never dreamed of a situation where someone would claim me like that.

We both kept watch on the attendees, and especially on Peter, who continued to aggrandize in his groups, and we pieced together what we could from conversations around the room. People didn’t know Scarborough was Peter Kravins, but a lot of them knew about Peter Kravins—a mogul of government corruption, superintendent with the police force, acting as an intermediary between organized crime and the government. With a hefty cut himself.

And a penchant for strongarming young women into spending time with him.

The masquerade was full of laughter and dancing, and people swirled around from one person to another to dance with them, but Vera didn’t take her hands off me for one second, taking me to the floor to dance with me every single time, her eyes locked on me with that fire and passion that tied knots in my chest and fizzled through my body.

It was late in the evening once Peter finally went to the Centauri room, and we both gave it some time before we moved too, making sure not to look suspicious. Finally, Vera nodded to me, off at the edge of the ballroom.

“I’ll guard the doors and keep a lookout for dangerous activity out here. Remember, don’t make a sound once you’re in position. The room isn’t soundproofed anymore, and that goes both ways.”

“I understand.”

“So try to be quieter than last time you were there.”