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I slide the jacket she’s wearing off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, revealing what remains of the purple bra and matching panties. I finger one of the straps. “Whose is this?” I slide the ruined garment free, sending it to the pile pooling at her feet.
“My friend’s.” She starts to lift her hands, preparing to cover her tits from my view.
“The only way you touch those is if you’re going to show me how you play with them, Duchess.”
Her hands immediately drop. “I don’t… do that.”
“You will.” I hook my fingers in the panties. “Are these your friend’s too?”
She nods, staying silent as I skim them down her long legs, leaving her in nothing but the ridiculous heels with two inches of clear plastic under the soles.
“And these?” I curve my hand into the crook of one shoe and lift her foot off the floor.
Paisley lets out a little squeal of surprise as she flails in an attempt to keep her balance. Eventually she realizes the only thing she can hold onto is me, and her hands grip my shoulders tight as I work the shoe loose.
I set her bare foot down and pick up the other. “You didn’t answer me.”
This time she leans into me, using my body for stability as I free her unpainted toes from the synthetic strapping. “Those are Madison’s too.”
“Is Madison the one who threatened me tonight?” I toss the shoe away and set her foot on the plush pile of the carpet covering the wood floors.
“You can’t kill her.” There’s an edge to Paisley’s voice that I haven’t heard before.
“I’ll take that under advisement.” I slide my hand up the inside of one of Paisley’s legs, not stopping until my fingers drag along the slit of her bare pussy. “What about this? Is Madison the one who made you wax this?”
Paisley’s fingers dig into my shoulders, short nails biting at my skin as I tease her with a feathery touch. “It was before the auction. She said rich men don’t like hair there.”
“Some rich men do.” I press one hand to her belly, shoving her across the room until her back hits the wall. “Don’t wax it again.” I press the hand between her legs deeper, my fingers sliding easily between the full and flushed lips of her cunt. She’s hot and wet and swollen and I can’t seem to stop myself from hooking one leg over my shoulder and spreading her wide so I can see every bit of her. “Such a perfect fucking pussy.” I press my thumb against her mound and lift, pulling back the hood of her clit. “Show me how you touched yourself when you thought of my cock in your throat.”
I haven’t thought of much else since her admission. Can’t count the number of times I fucked my fist to the thought of her in bed, hand between her thighs, rubbing frantically with my name on her lips.
“I don’t—” She whimpers a little as I trace one finger along her slit, “I don’t use my fingers.”
Well that’s unexpected.
“What do you use then?” It’s an easy enough answer to guess, but I want to hear her say it. If Paisley can’t say things like this to me then Frederick will see right through this.
She hesitates.
So I lean in and flick her exposed clit with the tip of my tongue.
Her legs wobble and she sags back against the wall. “Oh my god.”
I move away to suck at the inside of her thigh, pulling at her flesh hard enough to leave a mark. “Answer me and I’ll do that again.”
“A vibrator.” It comes quick and sharp.
Like I was hoping it would.
Paisley might not think she can be what I want, what I expect.
But I know she can.
“Good girl.” I lean in to give her clit another flick, smiling when she responds just like she did the first time. It’s real and raw, just like so much else about her.
There’s no act. No manipulation. None of the seductive bullshit I have to deal with from the women I usually use to service my needs.
Paisley’s only going to give me what I earn and that is a challenge I can’t resist.
