Currency in Flesh

Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

S he angled my wrist upward and dropped herself onto my hand with a soft cry. In an instant, three of my fingers were buried deep inside her wet heat. The muscles of her pussy pulsed around me, and I adjusted my hand so I could bend my fingers forward to press right where I knew she wanted me. She released my arm, slamming her hand against the stone at my shoulder to support her weight as she rode my hand with unrestrained abandon. Head thrown back, hair glinting platinum and gold in the candlelight, she was fucking radiant. I could feel her dripping down my wrist even beneath the water, making my entire hand slick and slippery.

“More,” she growled, and I moved my pinky beside the rest of my fingers. She cried out as her cunt strained to accommodate the fourth. They were not slim and bony like hers, they were soft and plump and I spread my hand out, moaning in time with her as I stretched her pussy wide and felt her slide over each of my knuckles. Curling my fingers toward me, I pressed on her soft walls, feeling her flesh give beneath my touch. She moved faster, and the water splashed around her as she crashed down onto me again and again. My thumb moved up to find her clit, letting the firm bud grind against it with each movement of her hips.

I could hear her breath beginning to quicken, and I didn’t change the motion of my hand, letting her have all control over how she found release. But as the muscles of her cunt started to grip me harder, I curled my fingers forward in one quick movement and felt her come apart like shattering glass.

She cried out with a ragged scream and I followed as her hips lifted from the water, but the hot rivulets that ran down my forearm over and over again were not from the spring. I had never come like that, and I found myself unable to look away as her climax drenched my wrist and collected in my palm with each rhythmic pulse of her body. After a moment, she began to still and her breathing calmed enough for her to open her eyes and look down at me from beneath tangled, sweat-soaked hair. I didn’t dare withdraw my fingers, remaining completely unmoving as she adjusted herself to better support her own weight. My teeth pressed into my lower lip and a shiver ran through me, the steaming pool feeling suddenly cold in the heat of her gaze. She didn’t look away or react at all while I slowly lowered my arm, my fingers slipping from her and back under the water. She reached for my face, cupping my cheek and running her thumb over my swollen, bitten lip. “You are a very, very good pet, Grace.”

I beamed at her praise, flushing cherry-red and my head dipped beneath the magnitude of the compliment. “Thank you, Lady Cora,” I said in a voice that didn’t sound like mine. “I—I’m—” My thoughts escaped me, and I didn’t try to chase them. I didn’t know how to explain, what it had been like to be used without being disrespected. I didn’t have the words to articulate how fucking good that felt. So I simply leaned forward and she wrapped her arms around me, pressing my cheek to her chest. It was the safest I had ever been.