Page 16 of The Pakhan’s Hidden Heir

His dick is plenty hard enough to fuck me, but he makes a zing of arousal vibrate to my groin when he jerks his chin up expectantly. I hesitate, watching him stroke himself.

I’ve never done anything like this. But he’s so excited and my body is so turned on, I don’t want to disappoint him.

So I turn slowly so he can see all of me, keeping my shoulders back even though my face burns. And I arch my back as he asked.

“Very good,” he says, stroking a little harder. “Now face me again and touch your breasts. Run your hands over them the way you like. Tell me exactly what you’re doing and how it feels.”

My hands shake a little as I cup my breasts and lift them. “Your hands would be better,” I say. I run my palms over my nipples and feel them tighten more. “I can feel my nipples getting harder.” I watch his face and see how his eyes darken and his pace quickens as he strokes. I can see the precum beading on his head too.

“Keep going,” he says. “Slide one hand down between your legs. Spread yourself open with your fingers and describe it to me.”

I feel a rush of heat at his words. I’m so embarrassed but I move my hand down my stomach and between my thighs, touch myself there to find that I’m already slick. I spread my legs a little wider and stroke my fingers over my folds. “I’m wet.” The embarrassment makes my cheeks burn hotter than the sun, but my god is this a huge turn on for me.

His gaze on me and the way he speaks makes my body respond. And talking to him like this?

My grandmother would be turning over in her grave if she knew.

Bastian lets a low rumble of a growl up out of his chest and strokes himself harder a few pumps, then slows, pacing himself. “Sit,” he orders, and I bite my lip.

“Here?” I ask, nodding where I was seated before reading.

“Yes, and put a finger inside yourself,” he says. “Then two. I want to see you fuck yourself with them. Talk to me the whole time. Tell me how it feels and what you need.”

I’ve never done this in front of anyone and it’s sort of humiliating. But that look in his eyes is so hungry, and my body is so turned on.

I lift one leg, resting it on the table in front of me and rub my clit a few more times, then plunge a few fingers into my body.

The sensation hardly quenches the ache, but I know if I touch a lot, I’m going to come.

“Talk to me, Raina,” he orders, and I whimper.

“It’s okay… It’s not you,” I admit, and our eyes lock for a second. It sends an electrical charge through me that makes me shudder and I finger myself harder.

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

“Oh god,” I whine, realizing he’s really going to make me say it. It’s awful, the tightness in my chest, the burning in my cheeks, but the level of arousal I’m feeling is off the charts. “I’m fucking myself, Bastian, while I watch you play. And it’s making me want to come so hard.”

He strokes himself harder. I can see the way he’s losing control, creeping toward his own climax. It only makes it better for me.

“That’s it,” he says. “Move them deeper. Rub your clit with your thumb at the same time. I want to watch you make yourself come. Get that pussy all primed for me.”

I keep my eyes on him as I work my fingers. The pleasure builds so quickly, my legs start to tremble. I rub my thumb over my clit while my fingers thrust inside. “God this is hot,” I say. “Watching you. I’m going to come so…hard…”

The orgasm hits me hard and I gasp, my body clenching around my fingers.

Waves of it roll through me, forcing me to fall backward on the couch.

It’s intense, drawing spasms and twitches as I grunt, “I’m coming. Oh god…” My teeth clench together and my back arches, forcing my tits out, and I don’t even know it’s happening until he’s standing over me, but Bastian stands and closes the distance between us.

He kisses me deeply, soaking in the moans and grunts of pleasure while I jolt and twitch, and it isn’t long before his hand replaces mine, fingering me as he praises, “Such a good girl, Raina. You make me so hard.”

I continue to reel in the waves of pleasure until my body begins to calm and his fingers slow.

Then he pulls back, stroking himself with one hand while he loosens his tie with the other.

“Turn around,” he says, “and stand up.”

He turns me toward the chaise and bends me over it, then runs his hands over my back and down to my hips.