Ruby Shadows (Born to Darkness #3)(50)

“And how…how are we going to do that?” I whispered, shifting restlessly against him. God, he was driving me crazy and he was barely touching me!

“Through trial and error, mon ange.” He sounded amused and aroused at the same time. “To start with, I assume you enjoy this light touching?” He indicated the way he was lightly stroking just the outside of my *, sending shivers of pleasure all through me.

“Y-yes,” I managed to get out. “I do like it—a lot.”

“That’s a good start then. Some women prefer to touch or rub the outer area of their sex for indirect pleasure. Like this…”

Suddenly the heel of his hand replaced his fingers and he pressed hard against my outside * lips, giving me pressure just where I wanted it most.

“Oh…Laish…” I half moaned.

“Rub against me, Gwendolyn. You are in charge,” he murmured, still pressing. “Let me know if it feels just right or if you need a more direct touch.”

I let my hips roll, pressing up to meet his hand, feeling the sparks of pleasure building at his firm pressure. Part of me wondered where I had gotten the nerve to act so shamelessly…and part of me wondered why I had waited so long to do something like this—why hadn’t I thought to try it before. Probably because of the massive guilt complex I carried around that had to do with anything sexual. But for right now, I found I was able to leave the guilt behind and just enjoy the pleasure of Laish’s touch. Was that because he was a demon of lust? Or because I really did trust him enough to relax and enjoy myself? I didn’t know—I just didn’t want it to stop.

“Well?” he murmured after a few minutes of pressing me patiently while I rubbed against him.

“It feels good…really good,” I admitted breathlessly. “But it’s not quite…quite what I need. I need something else…something more.”

“A more direct kind of contact then, perhaps.” He pulled the heel of his hand away and stroked my outer * lips once more with his fingertips. Then, making sure I was watching in the small, square mirror, he parted me gently, baring my inner folds.

“Oh, God…” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My inner petals were slick and wet with desire and the tight little bump of my clit was peeking out prominently, almost as though it was begging to be touched. But I knew from past experience that was a bad idea. I was too sensitive there…too inhibited.

To my relief, Laish didn’t immediately try to “press the button.” Instead he looked at me, drinking me in as he held me open to expose my secrets.

“Such a soft, lovely little *,” he murmured in my ear. “Look how wet you are, Gwendolyn. How ready to receive pleasure.”

“I want to,” I admitted. “I really do…I’m just not sure how. I’m so sensitive there.”

“Some women prefer to touch themselves through fabric or cloth.” Laish sounded thoughtful. “Perhaps I should not have removed your panties after all. But here…”

He made a gesture and suddenly I was wearing a pair of panties that consisted of a few strings and a single small triangle of white silk that barely covered my open *.

“Now watch,” he murmured, running one fingertip down the center of my spread cleft. I gasped at the sensation of the smooth silk sliding across my flesh. My * was so wet the little white silk triangle was immediately soaked.

“Gods, Gwendolyn,” Laish murmured hoarsely in my ear. “I love the way your soft little * gets so wet and hot for me. Love the way I can feel your need growing and see how much you ache for pleasure.”

I could see it too. Much to my embarrassment, the little bump of my clit was clearly visible through the wet panties, still begging to be touched.

But touched in what way? The feeling of the silk, as Laish continued to stroke me through it, was incredibly erotic but I still didn’t feel like the indirect touch would allow the pleasure to build enough to reach any kind of completion.

“I…I like it,” I whispered, writhing against his hand. “But…it’s not quite enough.”

“But touching you directly on your clit would be too much, I am guessing,” he said. “Perhaps we can find a happy medium?”

He made another gesture and the panties disappeared, leaving me bare once more. Bare and spread out with my thighs splayed wide as I watched his hands between my legs, his long fingers spreading open my tender folds.

Goddess! I wanted to writhe with embarrassment all over again. But as embarrassed as I was, I had to admit I didn’t want to stop. Experimenting like this with Laish was getting me incredibly hot. I just wanted to find a way to make it continue…to make it more.


“Now, Gwendolyn.” His deep, soft voice in my ear made me squirm and press back against him. “Let me try something else—are you ready?”

“Y-yes,” I stuttered, wondering what he had in mind.

“Watch and see,” he murmured, making me feel like he was reading my thoughts again.

Lifting his hand, he sucked two long fingers into his mouth, getting them slippery and wet. Then he reached between my legs again and bracketed my swollen clit with them, stroking on either side without actually touching the sensitive bud itself.

“Oh!” The effect on my body was immediate and electric. At his intimate touch, I felt as if a jolt of pleasure had gone straight through me, making my hands clench into fists and my toes curl. Goddess, it felt amazing.