Page 78 of Theirs to Corrupt

“For a few minutes, you’re not.”

Link inclines his head. “Sounds like my future wife gave an order.”

“But—”

“Take a brownie,” I tell her again. “At least one.”

She grins. “Thank you.” Before leaving, she breaks a piece of one and pops it in her mouth.

Moments later, we’re alone, and my pulse adds a few extra beats. “Link…”

“I figured you might be nervous.”

More so than I ever imagined.

“So I brought a gift.”

“No.” I shake my head. “You’ve already done too much, and?—”

“I insist.” He releases me and reaches into a pocket inside his tuxedo jacket and pulls out a lacy white garter. “Wear it for me?”

Hisgiftand question fluster me.

In typical Link fashion, he doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead he lowers himself to one knee in front of me.

“What…?”

“Put your hands on my shoulders.” With that, he lifts the front of my gown. Then he strokes up the inside of my thighs.

“Link!”

“Such pretty panties. I’ll buy you dozens more like them,” he says, as if I haven’t protested.

Without warning, he dips inside the gusset and strokes my clit.

Desperately, I grab hold of his shoulders.

“Would you like an orgasm, little dove?”

Oh God. “No.”Yes.

“No?” he asks. “Then why are you getting wet for me?”

I don’t answer.

Can’t answer.

“So silky.” He continues his exquisite torment, sliding in and out, making me wetter with each slow stroke. Then he brushes over my clit with my own dampness.

“Oh…”

“Shall I stop?” He looks up at me.

“Link…”

He moves his hand away from my pussy, but he’s still inside my underwear.

I whimper.