Ruby Shadows (23 page)

I wanted to but I wasn’t
sure I could. In fact, years of sad experience had told me that
I
couldn’t
. But I
wanted to believe that it could be different tonight—that this was
possible. Though it was embarrassing, I watched on the mirror as my
own slim, brown fingers took the place of his long, tan
ones.

For a moment I seemed to hear a little voice
telling me how wrong and dirty and shameful what I was about to do
was. Then I pushed it ruthlessly aside and began to slide my finger
carefully around the swollen bud of my clit, just as Laish had
done.

“
Ohhhh,” I moaned softly
as the pleasure began to build in me again. “Oh, Laish…”

“
Do not call on me,
mon ange,”
he murmured
in my ear. “You are bringing yourself this pleasure. You are
spreading your soft, hot little pussy open and stroking your inner
folds…petting your sweet little cunt and caressing your swollen
clit. You are
touching
yourself.”

His hot words aroused me almost as much as
my own fingers. Then he reached around me and cupped my bare
breasts. Rolling my tight nipples between his fingers, he made me
moan helplessly as I increased my tempo.

I slid my fingers around
and around my clit, stroking only the sides, never touching it
directly. But I didn’t need to—this was enough—was
perfect
. It felt so good
I could barely breath…so
different
from every other time I’d ever tried before. I
felt more relaxed for one thing—safe in Laish’s arms. Safe and
cherished and free…free to let myself feel things I’d been
repressing all my life.

“
That’s right, Gwendolyn,”
he growled softly in my ear and I knew my erotic display was
turning him on as well. “That’s right—touch yourself. Stroke your
sweet pussy and bring yourself pleasure…make yourself
come.”

And for the first time, I really felt like I
might. I could feel the pleasure building…feel the wire tightening
inside me, ready to snap at any moment. Laish must have felt me
tensing against him because he continued to speak in my ear as he
rolled my nipples between his fingers.

“
Look in the mirror,
Gwendolyn,” he murmured. “Look how hot and open you are…see how wet
your pussy is…how ready to come. Let the pleasure well up inside
you as you let yourself go…you’ve earned it…you deserve
it.”

I don’t know if it was his low, sexy voice
in my ear, the sight of my own fingers busy between my thighs, or
the hot way he was tugging and pinching my nipples but suddenly I
couldn’t take any more.

For the first time ever, I
felt the wire snap, felt the tension break and release, flooding me
with pleasure, overwhelming me with sensation as I finally,
finally
came
.

“
Oh…
Oh!”
I gasped, my back arching
helplessly and my toes curling as the pleasure shot through me. It
was like being electrocuted but in a
good
way, if that makes any sense. I
know it really doesn’t but it’s the only way I can think to
describe it. My heart was thundering in my ears, my pulse was
racing as though I had just run a marathon. I felt like I couldn’t
get a deep enough breath and yet somehow I had never felt better or
more alive in my entire life. It was
intense.

And then, for some reason I was crying. Not
actually sobbing or anything but my eyes were wet and the breath
was hitching in my chest for a different reason.

“
Oh,” I moaned, pulling my
hand away from my inner thighs and wrapping my arms around myself.
“Oh…
Goddess
.”

“
There is no Goddess here,
regrettably,
mon ange.
There is only you and me.
”

Laish turned me gently towards him, letting
me curl on my side against his chest. He didn’t ask why I was
crying or seem upset about it. He just held me to him, stroking my
trembling back gently until I somehow got control of myself and sat
up.

“
I’m sorry about that.” I
swiped at my eyes. God, he must think I was so girly and stupid,
crying like that just because I’d finally had an orgasm. “I don’t
know why I, uh, lost control.”

“
You lost control
because
you lost
control. The sexual and emotional are closely linked,
mon ange,”
he murmured,
stroking my wet cheek. “When a need so deep and primal has been
building for so many years it is natural to break a little under
the strain of it—even when the outcome is what you had hoped for.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “And was it? All you had
hoped?”

“
It was amazing,” I
admitted in a low voice. “I never thought…I mean, you hear about
it…read about it…watch it in movies…but nothing compares to the
actual experience. The actual
pleasure
.”

“
Pleasure that you gave to
yourself,” he reminded me, smiling. “Pleasure you can duplicate
again and again…now that you know how.”

“
I, uh…” I felt my cheeks
heating up. “I sort of want to duplicate it
now
. I mean, that was amazing but I
still want
more.”

“
Understandable—you have
many long, hungry years to make up for.” Laish captured my mouth in
a soft, hot kiss. Then he pulled back a little and looked into my
eyes. “But this time, you will not be touching yourself,” he
murmured.

“
What do you mean?” I felt
my heart, which had begun to slow to a normal rhythm, begin to
pound again.

“
I mean that it is my
turn, Gwendolyn. My turn to touch you and make you
come.”

This time he sat back against the headboard
and made me straddle him.

“
I want to watch your face
when you come,
mon ange.
Want to see it in your lovely green eyes when you
lose control.”

The new position caused my swollen pussy to
spread wide for him and he growled softly in approval when he saw
how hot and wet I still was. It was both embarrassing and arousing
to be face to face with him when he cupped my sex, his long fingers
circling expertly around and around my clit as he looked into my
eyes.

“
It occurs to me that I
have not penetrated you yet.” His long fingers stroked teasingly
around the entrance to my pussy. “Do you fear to let me touch your
maiden barrier?”

“
I, uh, don’t have one.” I
felt my cheeks getting warm. “I lost it riding a bike when I was a
kid.”

“
Ah…” He raised an eyebrow
at me. “Then there is nothing to stop me from doing
this.”

Slowly, two long, strong fingers slid into
me. I gasped and then moaned softly as I felt him press against the
end of my channel.

In me—he’s actually inside
me!
a panicked little voice at the back of
my head shouted. But the pleasure I felt from his fingers filling
me more than overpowered it.

“
Laish,” I whispered.
“Goddess…”

“
As before, there is only
me,
mon ange.”
He
sounded amused and aroused at the same time. “Do you like the
feeling of my fingers inside you? Inside your soft little
cunt?”

As he spoke, he began to stroke gently in
and out of me, pressing deep in a way that made me moan and writhe
on his lap.

“
I…yes,” I admitted,
unable to lie. “I know I probably shouldn’t, but I do—it feels
so
good.”

“
It can feel even better,
you know,” he murmured, his ruby eyes lazy with lust. “I wonder how
you will like having my tongue inside you, when I taste your sweet
pussy for the first time?”

“
Having your…what…what do
you mean?” His words caused a whole new level of tension and fear
and lust to open up inside me.

“
Do not fear,” Laish
murmured. “We will not go so far tonight. But as greater and
greater sins are required to move through the Infernal levels, it
may soon become necessary.”

“
But I don’t know if I
want you to…to do that to me,” I protested. “And you shouldn’t have
to just to, you know, get us through to the next level.”

“
Do not misunderstand me,
Gwendolyn.” His eyes blazed. “I do not do these things with you
only because of necessity. It will be both a privilege and a
pleasure to tease your little pussy to orgasm with my tongue. To
taste your sweet juices right from the source.”

“
You really want to…to
taste me?” It wasn’t like I hadn’t heard of oral sex before—I
wasn’t a kid, after all. But I’d gotten the idea from girlfriends
that it was something most guys only did out of a sense of
obligation. One of my friends in college had summed it up as, “Two
quick licks before he sticks.” So it was hard to believe that Laish
was really looking forward to it. But the hot, hungry look on his
face told me he was telling the truth.

“
Most assuredly I want to
taste you,
mon ange.
I can barely wait.”

Holding my eyes with his, he withdrew the
fingers he’d been thrusting into me and lifted them to his face. He
inhaled deeply at first, as though savoring my scent. Then he
slipped them into his mouth, sucking and licking as if trying to
get every last drop of my honey.

Guilt and lust burned through me in equal
measures.

Oh Goddess, I shouldn’t be
watching this…shouldn’t be imagining what it would be like to let
him do that to me!
But I couldn’t help
it—though I knew it was dangerous and wrong, I still wanted
it…wanted him. Once more the little voice in the back of my head
tried to warn me of danger and once more I pushed it away. I didn’t
want to hear it now…I just wanted to concentrate on Laish. To hear
what he was telling me and feel what he was doing to me.

I bit my lip as he sucked his fingers clean
and slowly withdrew them from his mouth.

“
So you
really…really
like
it?”

“
I
love
it. You are delicious,
Gwendolyn,” he growled softly. He reached between us and slipped
his fingers inside me again for a moment, gathering moisture as I
moaned. “See for yourself.” Lifting his hand, he painted my lips
with my own juices, sliding his wet fingers over my mouth to make
sure my lips were thoroughly coated.

For a moment I was
frozen…shocked…not sure what to do. In my wildest dreams and
fantasies, I’d never imagined something like this. It seemed so
deviant and naughty and yet the gesture also turned me on. It told
me he really
did
like my scent and flavor—enough that he wanted to share it
with me and show me how delicious he found my body.

Then he was pulling me towards him.

“
Come here.” It was a
soft, demanding growl and one big hand reached for me, tangling in
my hair and pulling my mouth to his. Laish kissed me deeply,
licking the juices from my lips and then feeding them to me,
pressing his tongue into my mouth to share my own secret flavor
with me.

At the same time, his other hand slipped
back between my thighs and I felt his fingers pierce me once more.
But this time they were pressing up into me in a slow, hot rhythm,
fucking deeply into my open pussy while the broad pad of his thumb
circled my aching clit.

With a little moan of pure lust, I felt
myself give in to him completely. I kissed him back, sucking his
tongue eagerly and pressed down against his hand, trying to catch
the tempo he’d created, riding his fingers shamelessly as he fucked
up into me.

“
That’s right, Gwendolyn,”
he murmured, breaking the kiss. “That’s right—give in to me. Give
in to your lust and come while I fuck your sweet pussy with my
fingers. Come for me—
now.”

The pleasure had been building and building
inside me again, that internal wire getting tighter and tighter. At
the sound of his low command I felt it snap once more and pleasure
flooded me for the second time.

“
Oh…
Oh!”
I cried helplessly. My nipples
were suddenly so tight they hurt and I could feel my inner muscles
spasming around his invading fingers, almost as though I was trying
to draw him deeper into me…as though I wanted another part of him
inside me, not just his fingers.

For a moment—just a moment—I let myself
picture it. Straddling him this way and fitting the broad head of
his cock against the entrance to my pussy…sliding down and letting
him fill me completely…

Danger!
shouted the little voice in my head.
Danger—don’t even think about that, Gwendolyn!
You’re getting in too deep—this is wrong and you know
it!

As if to emphasize the warning, I felt the
strange thrumming in the air around us that I had felt on the bank
of the Styx. We had paid the Sin Tax and the barrier between us and
the next circle of Hell had been removed.

Goddess…I’ve been bad,
Been so very, very
bad
,
moaned that guilty little voice.
And this time, though I tried, it was much,
much
harder to ignore.

As soon as my pleasure ebbed a little and I
was panting in his arms, Laish murmured in my ear, “Did you feel
the barrier give way? I know you did.”