Greer is practically squirming where she stands in the black stiletto sandals Windsor sent along with the dress.
“If they aren’t in my hand in ten seconds, you’re going to be wearing a plug all night, and instead of enjoying the party, you’re going to be focused on keeping your ass tight so it stays in.”
Her dark eyes go wide. “You— What— I—” She stammers words that make no sense.
“Ten,” I say, starting the count.
Greer stays still, arms by her side, her face the picture of shock.
“Nine.” I hold out my hand. “Eight.”
She doesn’t move.
“Fuck, baby. My cock is going to be hard all night knowing your ass is filled. Seven.”
Greer shifts into action, reaching up under the dress.
“Pull it up. I want to see that pretty pussy after you take them off.”
She bites her lip but complies, drawing the skirt of the dress up to her waist and revealing a black lace thong.
“Did you get those panties all wet for me?”
Greer peels them down and steps out of them one leg at a time. “Maybe.” Her response is a whisper.
I hold out my hand. “Bring them here. I want to see.” When she doesn’t step toward me, I continue my countdown. “Six.”
Shuffling across the floor, her skirt around her waist, Greer comes to me and places the ball of lace in my hand. I lift it to my face.
“Naughty girl. Show me that tight little pussy. I want to see how wet it is.”
Greer’s pupils dilate further as she stares at me, absorbing my command. She shifts to spread her legs, and I shake my head. “Turn around. Bend over. Spread your ass with both hands. I want to see everything, you dirty girl.”
I squeeze the soaked lace in my fist, waiting and wondering if she’ll keep following my lead.
Her nipples bead up perfectly against the red fabric, and I promise myself they’ll be in my mouth tonight. I might even clamp them. I think she’d love it.
“Five.” I continue my countdown.
“But—”
“Four. You want a plug up your ass? All you have to do is ask, baby.”
Greer spins around on shaky heels, and I catch her elbow to steady her.
“Bend over. Don’t make me tell you again.”
She listens, bending forward until her ass juts toward me obscenely. But it’s not obscene enough. I want it all from her.
“Now, reach back and spread your ass apart. I want to see it all. I want to see that pussy dripping down your legs.”
Greer’s sharp inhale of breath is the only sound in the room as she follows my orders and reaches back. Her hands pull her ass cheeks apart, showing me everything I want to see. Tight little asshole waiting to be fucked again. A dripping-wet pussy I can’t wait to get my mouth on.
I reach out and slide two fingers through the slickness. Jesus, she’s soaked. I pull my fingers back and step around her far enough to hold them up to her lips.
“Clean up the mess you made on my hand.”
Her eyes dart up to mine, almost hidden by the shadow of her dark lashes.
“What?”
“You heard me. Suck my fingers clean.”
When Greer’s mouth drops open, I slide them between her lips. “Suck.”
My dirty little girl follows orders, her tongue laving every drop of her sweet juice.
“How do you taste, baby girl?” I ask as I pull my fingers free. “Do you like it?”
When she doesn’t answer immediately, I tilt her chin up so I can see into her eyes.
“Give me words. I want to hear exactly how you feel about sucking your slick cream off my fingers.”
She bites down on her lip, and I can’t help but taunt her more. “If you don’t give me words, I’ll give you something else to keep your mouth busy, and then you can tell me how the taste of my cum compares to yours.”
Greer sucks in an unsteady breath. “It’s tart. Tangy. But not bad. Kind of . . . good.”
My grin feels feral. “It’s fucking delicious. You have the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted, and I think I’m overdue for a taste right now.”
I move behind her, gripping both cheeks of her ass with my hands. “Keep them spread wide. If you let them slip, you’ll get the plug, and you’ll have to explain to Windsor why you’re squirming under this tiny little dress.”
Oh. My. God. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
When Cav asked if I wanted him to take the lead, it was like the scattered pieces of my brain snapped together. I loved having that before, and I want it again. No one has ever made me feel like he does. He has barely touched me, and I can feel the wetness sliding down the inside of my thighs. How does he do this to me? Only he can make me want all these dirty, filthy things. Not just once, but over and over and over.