Page 20 of Owning Amethyst


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“They are made of amethysts and shine as brightly as you. Now answer me.”

He’s moving again as he speaks. Hinges grind. There’s a shuffling of something and then I can feel his heat come closer.

“What are you doing?”

“There’s a trove of toys to play with. I’m finding your next gift. Now answer me. Have you ever wanted to pierce those pretty pink nipples and show them off to your husband as you ride his cock?”

“Yes,” I whisper, and voice one of my silent wishes. “I have thought about it many times. I want his eyes on me and I want to be the jewels he says—said—I am. Does that count as a deep dark secret?”

“Believe me, you are the rarest beauty there is and no. I think you have something else as your secret. Lucky for you I am patient.”

Strong hands take mine and our fingers interlock. He walks me backward until the backs of my legs hit the bed.

“Turn around.”

I do as instructed.

“Now climb on the bed and stay on your knees.”

Easy enough. “Why?”

“I have one billion reasons why you should do as you are told.” The dark husk of his reminder pushes me onto the bed. When I am in place, callused fingers stroke up the length of my spine and gently push me forward.

“Brace yourself on your elbows. Hold yourself high enough that those pretty jewels on your breasts drag across the bed with every move. You will thank me later.” He rubs my belly as he gives me instructions and I sink into his touch.

“Does that feel good?” he asks from behind me. His body cocoons mine so deliciously.

My toes curl in my stilettos. I wish I could shed those and fully live in the moment. “God, yes.” My eyes drift closed. As if reading my mind, the shoes are gone, leaving me with nothing on and on full display.

“You’re beautiful. Now tell me that deepest darkest secret, Amethyst.”

My lashes fall closed. Fingers glide down my spine, and when he reaches my ass, his fingers dip into the crease. Eagerly, almost hungrily I press my ass into the palms of his hand. Lips come over my skin. Hot juices soak my folds and I moan when he spreads my cheeks and strokes his tongue from my throbbing clit all the way to my back entrance.

“Oh! What are you doing?” Suddenly, his fingers push into my clenching channel and he finger fucks me as he teases my ass.

“That secret, Amethyst. Tell me.”

God, why does he want to know so badly?

He strokes me faster and right when I get to the edge of a climax, he slows his sweet torture to my pussy.

I push into his hand and silently demand more.

His laugh is low, warm and I swear to God he sounds just like Oliver. I’ve really lost it this time. “Not until I hear your answer.”

Slowly panting, I raise my head and admit my dirty little secret.

“When Oliver would take me, I silently called him daddy.” My voice cracks with shame. “I, umm, I didn’t dare call it to his face. What if it turned him off? He’s older than me, protected me and fucked me so good I would have orgasms long after we finished. That’s how turned on he made me feel. I don’t know what brought it on, it just came to me and every time after I secretly…”

I pause. God, I can’t believe I’m going to say this out loud. I shudder through a flash of heat and blurt out the rest.

“Because I didn’t want to push him away, I screamed daddy, fuck me or daddy make me come all in my head as he took me in every position you can imagine.” The longer I talk the redder I feel my face turn. I’m so damn ashamed right now I am probably glowing with embarrassment.

“Fuck, Amethyst.”

My stranger’s growl of a voice forces my body to respond. My walls tighten around his slow-moving fingers.

“I know I’m broken. I’m sorry.” I drop my head to my hands and hide my face.

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