Page 37 of Empress of Ruin
Imightbreak. It’s too much and not enough. I’m already being driven up the hill towards an orgasm, not quite fast or far enough that I think I’ll come immediately, but close enough to be torturous.
I guess Killian’s sadism doesn’t just apply to pain. He also wants to usetoysto edge me into oblivion and try to get me to beg him to fuck me. I don’t want to let him win, but after half an hour, I’m already worried.
Locke takes me to a boutique on Madison Avenue where I have a dress fitting scheduled. Changing out of my clothes and into the preselected dresses is a new sort of torture. Holding a conversation with the overly eager sales associate is nearly impossible. I stutter on every other word, cheeks burning,praying to GodI don’t leave any smears of wetness on the dresses I try on.
I barely even notice the gown I end up choosing. Locke steps forward to pay with Killian’s black card, glancing at me from the corner of his eyes with suspicion. I doubt Killian’s let him in on our wicked little game, but I’m sure he suspectssomething’safoot, since I’m a frazzled mess.
Unfortunately, the dress shop is only the first stop. Over the next two hours come a string of boutiques and high-end designer stores, all of which have sales associates waiting for me with armfuls of clothes to try on. The amount of times I have to bend over, zip, unzip, get into something, get out of it… by the end of it, I’m hanging on the very edge of an orgasm.
And I know if I come, Killian’s punishment will be far too painful to tolerate. I try to hold out, really, I do.
But when I get back into Locke’s car and he starts it, a tear tracks down my cheek.
“Killian said you might want to have lunch with him, but he clarified it’s your choice.” Locke’s tone is completely dubious, as if he can’t believe that Killian would give me a choice. “Should I take you to him?”
Say no, say no, say no—“Yes.” The word is choked, almost a sob.
As it turns out, Killian isn’t at his apartment. He’s at his office today. I’m barely coherent during the elevator ride up to his floor, and I ignore his secretary, who tries to stop me as I walk up to Killian’s office on trembling legs.
Killian opens the door before I can knock on it. He takes one look at me, and a smile spreads on his lips.
“Sir, this woman just—”
“Thiswomanis my future wife.” Killian doesn’t even bother looking at his secretary. “If you ever try to stop her from coming to see me again, I’ll have you fired. And you’ll never work again.”
I can’t even focus on his exchange with the secretary. I can’t think about anything beyond the soul-tearing, insatiable need to come. It’s devastatingly intense. It’s humiliating to know that I’ve been pushed to the very precipice by a plug in my ass and slim dildo in my pussy, but I’m far beyond caring about something simple like humiliation. I have turned into a puddle of pure need. Ineedto come. IneedKillian to fuck me.
I can feel terrible about losing later. I can feel all the horrible emotions later. First, I have to orgasm.
He places a hand at the small of my back and leads me into his office.
“If it’s of any consolation, you held out longer than I anticipated,” Killian says, dark humor staining his tone. “I expected you’d be here before you finished at the first store. Locke informed me you ended up at five.”
He doesn’t waste any time, leading me to his desk. “Do you even remember what you bought?”
“No,” I whine. I’ve been reduced to a puddle of pure need. I can’t think; all I can do is ache.
He chuckles. “I thought as much.” He hikes my skirt up around my waist, then goes still. “Fucking hell,” he murmurs when he sees the slickness staining me, running all the way down to my mid-thighs. “Are you sure you didn’t come, Lyra?”
“I promise,” I say hurriedly. I don’t want him to fuck my ass dry. That doesn’t sound like it’d be fun. What I want, what Ineedis an orgasm. I need it desperately, and I need it right now.
“Hmm. Considering the desperation in your tone, I think I can take your word on it.” He unties the edges of the panties and pulls them down. I squeak as the plug and dildo pop out, leaving me gaping in both holes, so empty it somehowhurts.
“Please,” I whine. “Please, please,pleasefuck me.”
“My needy girl.” I can hear Killian’s smile in his voice, even though my desire is so potent my vision has literally started toblur. “You’re such a good Little Bird when you want to be, aren’t you?”
“Killian, I’m begging,” I gasp. I feel like I might spontaneously combust if he doesn’t fuck meright now. I’m already so close to the edge, still hanging on the cusp of an orgasm. I’ve abandoned all pride; now, I just want to come.Desperately.
“I know, sweet girl.” He lifts me up and seats me on his desk, leaving my legs dangling over the edge of it. “I know.” He sinks into the office chair in front of me and leans forward.
I try to push his head away. “No, I want you to—”
“I know what you want. This is about whatIwant. I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream for me, andthen,I might fuck you if you’re averygood girl.”
He doesn’t give me another chance to respond or protest. He leans forward and runs the flat of his tongue up my slit. I’m already so swollen and sensitive, I jerk, crying out. He chuckles, low and amused. “You tastedelicious.”
“Killian,please,” I whimper. I’m not even sure what I’m begging for anymore. The sensations he’s inspiring are intensely pleasurable, but not what I’m aching for—and that’s part of his game. Working me up, then making me wait before he delivers on his promises. He really is an absolute sadist.
