A Perfect Storm (10 page)

 “You’re not ready to know everything that goes on here at Ravenstoke.”
Lucien’s words, his taunt from earlier, chased through her system. The mocking tone stiffened her spine, while at the same time, the truth of his comment twisted her belly in knots. The man had been right. Sophie hadn’t been able to touch herself in the shower, and Lucien hadn’t even been in the room. And what had been her instinct when realizing he’d spotted her spying on him just now? To hide. He had her pinned to the wall with undeniable facts, and the truth of it ate through Sophie like acid. Only one thought chased through her being to act as a soothing balm:
If you want to know what goes on here, and you want to throw Lucien off guard, then participate. Show him you’re not afraid of his stare.

With adrenaline speeding like mad, Sophie stepped out from behind the wall and back into view. Across the courtyard, Lucien remained at the window, underwear still the only clothing he wore. He had his hands braced against the window frame, filling the space. Sophie could somehow
feel
his gaze touching over her, as if he were mentally removing her robe.

Some small sense of Sophie’s power came back to her.
I can do this
. Even though her blood still rushed through her veins much too fast, she worked open the belt on her robe and slowly, oh so very slowly, let it slide off her shoulders, over her breasts, and finally the rest of the way down, where it pooled around her feet. Sophie didn’t have the biggest breasts in the world—in fact, she knew she was on the smallish side—but she took good care of herself, so her belly was trim, and her hips had just enough feminine flare. And, because she liked the sensation, her sex was waxed and as smooth and bare as could be.

In his room, Lucien looked down, and Sophie let herself dream he’d done it as a result of his cock coming to life. She had to believe this would arouse him or she wouldn’t be able to do it. And she had not nearly finished her display this evening.

Don’t stop now, Sophie
. Standing at the window, knowing full well Lucien openly watched her, Sophie ran her hands over her face, into her hair, and then stretched her arms above her head. While she rolled her hips in little circles, she moved a hand down her raised arm, and glanced her fingertips over her smooth, freshly washed skin. Surprising warmth suffused Sophie’s body, and a different kind of slow heat grew in her cunt. She closed her eyes, but she could feel Lucien still watching her, and the knowledge tingled her skin with extra life.

Still rolling her hips, Sophie slid her hands down the sides of her body, skimming her breasts along the way as she outlined her shape. She let her fingertips brush across her mound but didn’t push deeper to finger her clit or slit. Her channel clenched, desperately wanting a deeper touch, but Sophie denied herself and Lucien the rawer display. Instead, she grazed her hands over her stomach and back up to her breasts, where she then slid her parted fingers around her nipples and gently squeezed. As she opened her eyes, she noticed the ruby red tips of her breasts poking out from between her digits, and immediate lines of pleasure shot down to her sex. The gentle caressing of her breasts ignited Sophie’s need, but she did not delve down and touch. She bit her lip and continued to tweak her nipples. Each small tug on the cherry red tips stoked the fires within Sophie, sent whips of phantom sensation straight down to her core, and made her clit as pebble hard as her nipples.

Please
. Sophie squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to thwart the growing need to touch herself and she switched to rubbing her hands all over her tits with a rougher contact. In her mind, Sophie could see herself on her knees with her breasts held up in offering, and Lucien crying out as he showered his hot release onto her flesh.
Yes. Yes
. Her sex clenched with pleasure and loss, as if Lucien had just withdrawn from her pussy in order to come on her breasts. A tremor rocked through her, a rumbling from her body conveying that it needed more.
Now.

Sophie locked in on Lucien; the man drilled his stare straight back at her. He still held on to the window frame. She could not yet tell if he had an erection hiding beneath his underwear, but his lack of visible response no longer mattered. Sophie had begun this little striptease and dance for Lucien, and just knowing he watched her still turned her on unlike anything she’d experienced in her life. At the same time, Sophie needed something more. She needed to feel him—or something—inside her very soon, or she knew she would scream down the walls of this castle and leave it in a crumbling pile in her wake. She started to shove her hand between her thighs but at the last second yanked away before making first contact.

With one blink, Sophie smiled at the statuelike man across the courtyard. She employed as much devilishness in her smile as he reveled in giving to her and then walked away from the window. If he had no interest, he wouldn’t follow. As she moved past the foot of the bed, Sophie ran her finger over a low bench that butted up against the end and grinned when the long cushion slid to the floor. It didn’t take much effort to drag the bench near to the second window, and thus in Lucien’s sight, if he chose to move. As of yet, this window remained vacant.

Knowing he hadn’t rushed to follow pricked Sophie’s heart, but moisture from her excitement still slicked her thighs, and need still buzzed her entire being. Sophie opened the wardrobe, pulled out the top drawer, removed the false bottom, and once again revealed the many sex toys she’d discovered just one day ago.

I can’t believe I’m really doing this
. Sophie’s hand shook, but she ran her fingers over the various accoutrements until she landed on a flesh-colored dildo with a suction-cup base. The moment she withdrew it from its cubby, her heart rate kicked back up, and her sex pulsed in anticipation of what would come next. She grabbed a condom too, pushed the drawer closed, and looked up just in time to see dark-haired, pale-skinned Lucien brace himself in an exact mirror of how he’d displayed himself in the other window.

Sophie’s heart skipped a beat. She tried to tell herself it happened as a result of wanting that fake dick inside her right now more than just about anything and not because Lucien hadn’t been able to stay away. Either reason, or due to both, had her pussy creaming, readying her body for a filling.

At the bench, Sophie stuck the dildo onto the center of the wood, where it suctioned and stuck strait up. Once again, the sight of it shimmered awareness just under her skin and made her core temperature heat. More aware of Lucien now than ever, Sophie opened the condom packet and folded to her knees. Once there, with the slender silicone cock rearing proud in front of her, Sophie placed the rubber between her teeth. Using her lips and tongue, she proceeded to roll the protection on the firm, jutting toy. The artificial taste of sweet apples from the condom brought her taste buds to life, but Sophie didn’t care about that. While rolling on that latex, she let that faux prick fill her mouth as much as she could and hoped like heck Lucien could imagine his penis pushing past her lips in just the same way. Saliva poured into Sophie’s mouth on that thought, and she moaned as she let the fake cock slip from her mouth. She wished Lucien could hear her moan so that he would know how much the idea of his cock taking over her mouth turned her on.

Trembling only a little bit, Sophie stood up, shifted, and straddled the bench, right over the fake prick. Poised with only inches separating the head of the dildo from her nether lips, Sophie looked up at Lucien and locked in on his stare. His rigid stance only made her wetter. Not wanting to block his view, Sophie reached back, clutched the edge of the bench in her hands for support, and lowered herself, inch by tiny inch, until the dildo split her pussy lips and the head slipped inside.

Ohhh God
. That smallest pierce of penetration spurred a delicious spasm all the way through Sophie’s channel and sparked a soft contraction.
Too much already
. As Sophie bit her lip and pushed down another inch, she reminded herself that she hadn’t used a sex toy in this manner in a very long time. She had a little vibrator at home, and it didn’t take more than a minute of that buzz on her clit to make her come sharp and fast. Sophie couldn’t even remember the last time she’d spread her legs for a full penetration.
Last boyfriend
. The truth slammed Sophie for a loop.
Almost two years ago.

She hissed and bore down on another inch of the dildo, even as her sex fought accepting the modest thickness and length of this fake cock. If she couldn’t take this, then how could she ever imagine opening herself to Lucien’s fucking? The second Sophie thought Lucien’s name, her pussy fluttered as if in welcome, and the rest of the cock slipped into her body.
Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes
. Sophie moaned low and deep and automatically rocked herself over the invasion, letting its length touch all along her vaginal walls. And when she moved a second time, she did it while staring at Lucien leaning against his window, but let the thought that he was somehow also beneath her into her mind. Gasping in response, Sophie began to ride his cock.

Across the way, Lucien’s visage never cracked; he didn’t move a muscle. For the moment, Sophie didn’t care. Her body quickly heated to a point of critical mass, and her only thought was to give it relief. Sophie switched her hold to in front of her and began thrusting herself onto the dildo again and again and again with short, concentrated bursts and worked the firm shaft in and out of her cunt repeatedly. Halfway folded over the bench, Sophie squeezed her fingers around the edge of the wood in time with each punch down of her hips, a move that pushed the toy into her body to the hilt and had her gritting her teeth with each deep taking. Blood raced through her at breakneck speed, and all of it flooded right into Sophie’s core. Her clit pulsed with need, her breasts swelled with a hunger for Lucien’s touch, and every nerve ending in her body clawed for complete physical contact.

Her hair drying and falling around her face, Sophie reared upright and took hold of her breasts, desperate to assuage her body’s internal cries. She twisted her nipples and then tugged until she distended the dark red tips but succeeded only in increasing the itch deep inside her that needed scratching. Switching to gripping the bench with one hand, Sophie shoved her other hand between her legs, right to her clit. Unable to stop bouncing up and down on that dildo—she knew in her gut if she didn’t have that deep slide in her pussy, she would expire—Sophie looked right at Lucien and swore the man nodded.
Oh God, yes.

With the small move from Lucien, something Sophie clung to as approval and permission, she rode the heck out of the fake cock and whipped her fingers over her exposed pearl of need. A little more, a little more, a little more, and a little smack against her supersensitized clit—
yes, yes, yes, right there, right there, right there, fuck me, Lucien
—and Sophie screamed. Orgasm slammed into her faster and harder than a bullet train and hurled her spinning into her release. Deep, squeezing pleasure contracted in Sophie’s cunt and grabbed hold of that fake cock as if it had nectar it needed to milk. Millions of tiny explosives at the end of each nerve ending in Sophie’s body burst at the same time, and a great shudder worked its way through her right to her core. She held on to the bench with both hands as the tremors rolled through her, and she didn’t let go until every last contraction holding on to the dildo still buried inside her finally released.

Sophie’s heart pounded in the aftermath of coming, but never once through the entire wave had she torn her attention from Lucien. She still didn’t look away now. She smiled as she studied him from top to bottom. As she looked, the bubble inside her, the one full of fear and uncertainty, popped.

Right then, without so much as acknowledging her, Lucien shifted upright and drew his curtains closed. White covered his window, and a moment later, the glow burning through the material was doused, leaving only darkness behind.

Still, even as Sophie gasped while lifting herself off the dildo, she continued to grin. She remembered one thing that had made what she’d done okay. Lucien might not have thrown his head back and come all over his window, but Sophie hadn’t missed the fat head of his cock sticking out from his underwear by the end of her little display. She’d made him hard, whether he chose to show it and take care of it in front of her or not.

Mission accomplished.

Lucien paced away from the window, his hands clenched into fists.
No. No. No
. He willed his raging erection to dwindle.
Don’t let her beat you. You are in control.

In response, Lucien’s balls rolled in his sac, and his dick leaked a sheen of early ejaculate onto his belly. He groaned while fighting the drive in his arm to move his hand over his cock. Images of Sophie on the other side of two windows still burned in his brain, though, as if he had not pulled his curtain at all. Just as much as Sophie’s image, wild in the throes of pleasure while driving herself down onto that dildo, filled Lucien’s thoughts, he remembered her throwing herself behind the wall when he’d looked up at her, and then the sweet-and-innocent-as-hell sexiness when she gathered her courage and put herself on display.

Fuck
. That piece of bravery had pushed Lucien to half hard, right from the start. Then she’d started playing with him.
Christ
. The voyeur in Lucien had responded to a display from Sophie he would categorize as chaste with a deeper level of arousal than when watching the most erotic sex acts in his old clubs. Shit, his dick still throbbed and reared in his underwear, demanding relief.

The picture of Sophie, naked, wild, and sweetly beautiful, infected his mind and body worse than the most potent alcohol in existence. She’d ridden that fake cock as if it had blood and a pulse coursing through it. With every push down of her pussy onto that length, Lucien had grown stiffer with need.
Shit. Shit. Shit
. Growling low, unable to fight the rigidity in his penis, Lucien pushed his hand in his underwear and stroked his heated shaft.