Chapter 49

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

TRISTAN

"I want to be a good girl for you, Sir." The breathy words, saturated with lust, blow from Layla's lips.

She doesn't call me by my honorific often. It is generally reserved for the infrequent times I require her to use it and when she is exceptionally needy. She knows exactly what she's doing when she uses it to beg.

The way it rolls off her tongue makes me fucking feral for her.

Grabbing her hand, I lead her through the small crowds to my personal private room. I reach into my suit jacket to retrieve my keycard, swipe it over the access panel and grant us entry.

The door clicks shut behind us, and a few members peer through the window as I remove my suit jacket. Stepping behind Layla, I grip the small zipper running the length of her spine and lower it.

"Take off your dress and kneel before the mirror," I command as I roll up the sleeves of my button-down shirt. Layla lets her dress fall to the floor as I loosen my tie. I watch her cross the room and fall to her knees before the massive floor-length mirror as I pull the tie over my head and haphazardly toss it on the chair beside my jacket.

So fucking obedient.

She waits for me on her knees patiently, hands resting on her thighs and facing the mirror, with her profile on display for the growing crowd in the hall.

I walk the length of the room and stand behind her. She looks up, and my eyes meet hers in our reflection. I stroke my fingers along the side of face. "I want you to spend the night watching yourself come. On your fingers and mine."

Her breath hitches, and I can feel her lip trembling with excitement beneath my finger running over it. I break our gaze and guide her face toward the window, showing her the crowd that she's garnering. "They all want to watch as you watch yourself enjoy their eyes on you."

"Now, Sir?" she asks, nearly begging for permission to play with her sweet cunt.

"Spread your knees and let everyone see how you're dripping with excitement," I direct as I kneel behind her and rub my hands along her thighs. "Eyes on the mirror. Slide your hand over your smooth cunt and through your delicious arousal. Cover your fucking fingers in it, so they're nice and wet when you rub them over your clit."

Layla rubs her hand around her dripping entrance, whimpering with need until she's practically covered her hand .

"Rub over your clit. Slip your fingers inside," I whisper against her neck with my eyes focused on her hand between her spread legs. "Play with your pussy and make yourself come for me."

I watch her work, enthralled by the way she pleases herself. Her fingers rub industriously on and around her clit as she softly moans from her own touch. Her breaths grow short and ragged, and I know she's so fucking close.

"That's it." I tip her head and lightly suckle at the crook of her neck. "Watch yourself come."

Her lower lip quivers, and she struggles to keep her eyes on her reflection as she beautifully works herself over the edge. My cock throbs with need as she comes. A need I'm going to deny myself a little while longer.

"That my good girl," I praise her. "Do it again, and don't be gentle, because I don't plan to be."

She does exactly as she's told and strums at her tender clit until her hips are bucking both for and retreating from her touch. Her fingers rub hard as she abuses her clit, desperately trying to make herself come again.

"Come on. You can do it," I encourage her. "You know you want to make yourself come for me. You know how fucking proud of you I'll be."

Her hips grind against the fervent rubbing of her fingers. She fights to keep her knees wide and her eyes on the mirror as small spasms and convulsions make their way through her body when she comes.

"My fingers now," I remind her as I slide them over her hand. I slip two fingers into her slick cunt with ease. True to my word, I'm not gentle. I roughly work them into her, arousal splattering against my hand—quickly covering me—and the floor with every thrust. She grips my wrist with both hands and rides the fingers driving into her.

"If you want it that fucking bad, you better come so fucking hard you drench my hand," I growl, and she clenches around my curling fingers. I can't take my eyes off her reflection as she loses herself again.

There isn't a soft cock or dry pair of panties on the other side of the window. All of them as enchanted with her as I am.

A beautiful groan rattles from her when I teasingly pull my fingers from her. The sweet rumble travels straight to my cock.

I don't just want to fuck her.

I fucking need it.

Pressing my arousal-covered fingers into her mouth and over her tongue, she sucks herself from me. Her tongue swirls over them, and I can't help but think about it swirling around my tip.

"I need to put my cock in you." I tear at my belt buckle and unfasten my pants. "Be a good girl and take it."

"Please," she breathlessly exhales, falling forward until she's on her hands and knees. Her thighs are painted in her slickness, and it continues to drip from her cunt. "Please fuck me, Sir."

I want to be dripping from her .

Wrapping her long, umber locks around my fist, I slide into her with a groan. I pull her head back as I work up to a punishing pace, forcing her to keep her eyes on the mirror.

"Watch. Us. Fuck. Mo. Cui—Shle," I grunt the words between brutal thrusts. She stares into the mirror, her eyes unwavering from mine in our reflection. "Don't come. Fucking…hold it. I want…you…milking…my fucking…cum…when I fill you."

Her nails dig into the floor beneath her, fighting against herself to wait for me. "I can't," she groans.

The sound of my hips slamming against her ass echoes around the room as I relentlessly pound against her. As much as I would love to fuck her and repeatedly show the world how fucking perfect she is, I can't hold back.

"Come for me," I demand through my final thrusts. Her pussy squeezes around my throbbing cock as ribbons of cum shoot into her, drawing every last drop from me as she comes.

Cum trickles down the back of her thighs when I pull from her. Lifting her from the floor, I pull her into my body and carry her fatigued body to the bed. Climbing in, I press the button by the headboard to the draw the blind.

They don't get to share in this.

"My girl did so fucking good." I stare down at her as I cradle her in my lap. Her head falls heavy against my chest, professing, "I'm so fucking proud of you."