Page 45 of Seduce
“Oh my Gods,” I giggle, running after her as I grab a hat and my boots. Shoving my feet into them and scooping my hair under the hat, we take off.
“How you manage to do that, and your laces are always perfectly tied, is beyond me,” Andrya smirks as we hurry down the stairs.
“I’m naturally a klutz, so this is the Gods simply smiling upon me,” I tell her with a shrug. I may try my hardest to be a dainty, perfect noblewoman for Cinder, but I’ll never be one. I just hide it better to avoid the beatings.
“How could the Gods not smile at such a gorgeous girl?” Andrya flirts, lacing her fingers in mine as we walk outside of the apartment. Thankfully, I’ve started wearing my coat in the apartment because the heating unit sucks, but I still gasp as the cold air hits my body. “We really need to look at moving. It’s getting too damn cold in our apartment.”
“Isn’t there some kind of office manager that deals with this?” I ask. I’ve never lived in this kind of setting before, so I have no idea.
“There’s supposed to be, but neither Isaac nor Grayson has gotten him to agree to get someone to look at the heating unit. It’s going to start snowing in a few weeks. I can almost smell it in the air,” Andrya frets. As we breathe, the air fogs up from the contrast in temperature. Something really needs to change.
“I’m sure that Cinder doesn’t want us to freeze, so I’ll bring it up the next time she calls,” I decide. The funny thing is that she hasn’t called or texted in the last couple of days. I have my phone in my pocket on vibrate at all times, just in case she decides to call.
“There’s a nail salon not far from here, so I thought we’d just walk, but I underestimated the cold!” Andrya says, shaking her head.
“We can make it. It’ll be faster than finding a car right now,” I tell her. The streets are actually busy with people bustling about, so I keep my head down. I don’t think anyone will recognize or mistake me for my step-sister in a pair of jeans, sweater, and coat, but stranger things have been known to happen.
Though, the day the Queen of Forbach wears a pair of combat boots will signal the end of the world.
Soon, Andrya drags me into a shop, and a woman looks up from the desk.
“Hi, may I help you?” she asks with a smile.
“Do you think you could fit us in?” Andrya asks hopefully. The shop is only half full and it’s mid-day. People seem more interested in getting lunch than getting their nails done right now it seems.
Nodding, the woman calls two nail techs to take care of us. An hour and a half later, I feel so much more relaxed. My pedicure and manicure included the most amazing massage, and I feel incredible.
“They have a reputation for making you feel as if you’re walking on air by the time you’re done,” Andrya grins as we walk out after paying.
“I didn’t realize how much I needed that. Thank you,” I tell her. “I’ve been a little stressed about tonight.”
“Why don’t you take a nap before we get ready?" Andrya suggests. “I’ll make sure to distract the guys by enforcing haircuts for them all. They’re all starting to look a little rough.”
Giggling, I can only imagine how that’ll go over. Grayson’s hair is getting a little longer, and Sidney needs to get his buzzed again. The Underground managed to get us all invited to the masquerade, however we all agreed that I would enter as if I’m unattached. Andrya will go in with Sidney to be sure she’s protected and safe. Isaac asked why I would go in by myself, and I explained that I can protect myself if needed.
Fighting back just hasn’t been an option at the castle.
Going upstairs, it’s awe inspiring how quickly Andrya brow beats these men to move their asses. Getting a kiss from each of them as they leave, I chuckle as the lock engages, ensuring that I’m safe.
It’s oddly quiet, but I embrace it as I take off my boots, scurrying to my bedroom to jump under the covers. Thankfully we have an excess of blankets, and the guys usually create enough body heat to keep us warm. My eyes see the corner of one of the toy boxes I bought peeking out of the bag they came in, and I bite my lip.
The five of them were distracted this morning with breakfast when the delivery man knocked on the door. No one asked me who was at our apartment, and I think it’s because they didn’t even notice.
Deciding to play before my nap since they’ll be gone for a bit, I open the box up. It’s the clit sucker toy that promised to give me my very own Dementor experience. I haven’t owned many toys before, but this seems pretty straightforward. Undressing into my underwear, I jump into bed with the toy. Thank God for rechargeable toys that come fully charged out of the box.
Playing with the settings as I huddle under the blankets, I see there’s two motors: one for the clit and one for the vaginal part. Cool, I got this. Laying back, I wiggle my panties down until it dangles from one of my feet, forgotten until I need it. I rub myself with the sucker part first, gasping as it creates a seal around my clit. Ramping it up, my back arches as I moan. My pulse is racing, and I’m already embarrassingly wet as it mimics oral. Fuck, this is the best thing ever.
Bending the vaginal part to push inside my core, I whimper as my legs start to tremble. Rocking the toy back and forth, I fuck myself with it as I writhe. Lifting my hand, I tug down my bra cups as I knead and pull at my nipples. I can imagine Andrya sucking on them with her hot little mouth, while Sidney laps at my weeping pussy.
“Oh Gods!” I cry, feeling a gush as I shudder. I’m so close, it’s almost painful. “Please…”
I don’t know who I’m praying to as I mewl. The pressure building in my G-spot has my legs shaking where they’re splayed wide open. Feeling restricted by the blankets, I kick them off, feeling naughty as I play. Andrya and the guys have been so sweet and careful, but my pussy wants to be filled and well-fucked.
I don’t know where this feeling came from, when just a few days ago before they came back into my life, I’d have told you that both men and women could take a fucking leap of a cliff. Neither option was safe for me.
But then Ayden took such good care of me that first night, rocking me on his hard cock, allowing me to use him as my own personal Sybian fuck toy. The memory pushes me even closer to my orgasm, my arousal painting my thighs with its evidence. My chest is heaving, and I’m panting as if I’ve been running for miles.
Flicking the button to increase the power on the clit sucker, it does it’s job a little too well. My soul is being pulled from my body, and I don’t have it in me to care. Screaming soundlessly, my feet flat on the bed as I arch my body, I finish fucking my pussy into oblivion. My fingers are shaking as I turn the toy off, the vibrator releasing with a wet pop as I pull it away.