Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 3: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) (3 page)

“I know what you are.”

Oh shit. “Um, what do you mean?”

“I know what you are and I’m still going to fuck you.”

“Lia..?”

She tilted her head. “If I were to confess to everything, everything your people think I’ve done. What would you do?”

Huh? I just stared at her. How many surreal moments can a person have in one day?

“I think,” she stepped closer. “I think if you were given the choice of having a full confession or me stopping this elevator and finishing you right now…”

She leaned in, hands on either side of me, breath in my ear. “I think you would choose me fucking you.”

I almost came right then. Was holding back by a thread, the thinnest of threads. Christ Almighty, I was out of my league with this woman.

“But, we’ve run out of floors.” she stepped back cheerfully. The elevator dinged.
 

 
I was gripping the rails like the elevator was falling, plummeting to our deaths. She walked out, prim as could be. “Cumming, Meghan?”
 

“You are the devil,” I said, only half joking.

 
Her lips twitched, I saw her reach in her purse.

I shook my head frantically, mouthing “NO”.
 

She smiled, giving me a wink and walking away. “See you in the car, Meghan. Enjoy the ride.”

The vibrator increased exponentially. The door closed. Frantically, I slammed the highest button I could reach before the massive orgasm hit me.
 

Holy Shit.

Lia’s Story

M
eghan was quiet in the car. She shifted her legs close to the door, trying very hard to ignore me.
 

The vibrator was still moving inside her and every so often she would shiver, hand clenching the folds of her pants, nose making a slight hiss of air whenever a suppressed moan escaped.
 

Four blocks of shivering before she spoke.

“Are you going to turn this fucking thing off?”

I smiled at her, sliding behind a blue Volkswagen. “No.”

She turned back to the window. “That was really fucked up, Lia.“

So angry. It made me want to pull the car over and shove her pretty little scowl between my legs.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Meghan?”

She looked at me in disbelieve. “The elevator opened on the 26th floor.”

Ah. I grinned at her. “The redheaded receptionist, Heidi? Was she there to greet you?”

If looks could kill, Meghan would be the one under investigation right now.

I put my signal on, making a hard left onto a side street. Small shops turned into row homes and then progressively dilapidated apartments until we reached industrial parks. A few blocks more and the street opened abruptly to an old unkempt beach with a long boardwalk.

The car purred contently as I pulled into the empty lot and parked. I put my hand in my purse, enjoying the way her eyes widened when I pulled out the remote to the vibrator pulsating inside her.
 

I wiggled it at her.

“There was nothing stopping you from excusing yourself to go to the restroom, sticking your fingers in that hungry little pussy of yours and taking it out.”

She looked away.
 

I put the car key in my purse, stepping out. She flinched when the door shut, more, I think, from the vibration traveling through her than shock from the sound.
 

Her head turned when I placed the vibrator remote on top of the dash.

“When you’re ready, Meghan, bring the remote to me.”
 

She gave me her profile and I shook my head, smiling and headed towards the weathered boardwalk.

The warm breeze from the coast caressed my skin. I sighed contently, leaning back on the old wooden bench, enjoying the view of the distant boats.
 

Maybe I should purchase a boat? Zi would love wearing a sailor’s outfit; we could invite a few friends, or more than a few…

Footsteps interrupted my reverie. Meghan walked up the boardwalk steps, doubt and eagerness warring with each other, making her cadence choppy. She clutched the remote in her hand like a kid with a stolen cookie, eyes squinting from a sudden gust of wind.

“Here.” she thrust it out to me, eyes averting towards the water.
 

 
I laughed – couldn’t help it. Her arm drooped when I returned my gaze to the water.
 

 
“There are three buttons on the remote, Meghan. One button turns the toy off. The other decreases the vibrations. And the third button…”

I caught her gaze. “You are going to push the third button, Meghan. I don’t want it back until you do.”

Ah, the way her eyes flashed when I told her! Her outstretched hand trembling with embarrassment and anger. And the thick, almost palpable arousal that flushed her to the tips of her fingers.

God, she wanted this so bad.

The gentle lapping of the water filled the silence. I leaned back, watching the sunlight expose every emotion dancing on her face.

She closed her eyes, taking a breath. The little light on the remote flashed blue.
 

“Meghan,” I said it slowly, drawing out the taste of her name in my mouth.
 

She looked at me.

“Press it again.” She shifted, looked away. Looked back and shook her head no. But the light flashed anyways, her body betraying her once more.
 

“Again.” I held her gaze, drinking in the desire in her eyes when she increased it for the third time, a small whimper escaping her parted lips.

She was nearly crying. It’s possible she didn’t realize why.

My own desire threatened to crest and I stood, wrapping my arms around her, kissing her; taking my time with it, letting the wind and the sounds of the waves intertwine with the caress of my fingers, the scent of the water complement the taste of my lips, my tongue.

I moaned into her and through her, filling her like water in an empty cup. Her need, ah God, she wanted and I was willing to give.
 

It was good – the kiss. It was more than good and I pulled away before it could mean more than it should.
 

 
She didn’t let me.
 

 
“No, Lia.” she said. She drew me back in.

I lost track of time. Lost in sensations that flitted on the edges of my emotions, pushing them to a place I was unwilling to go. But I tempered them, gently.

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“Meghan.”
 

She opened her eyes, smiling.
 

My breath caught. She was fucking beautiful. That moment of peace when you let go. The sweet sensation of falling backward...

I searched her eyes, for a brief moment wishing I was wrong, that she would say no to what I would ask of her. That she would turn, walk away from the invitation between us.

But it was written in the line of her cheeks, her bones, her every glance told me. As sure as I knew the sun would rise.

Oh, the things she would beg me to do to her.

“Did you feel that?” She asked, a heady smile on her lips.

“Meghan… this is the top, the furthest from the depths I will take you. The remote control, the toy, it is nothing.” I waved my hand. “Training wheels. Do you understand?”

She looked away. “Lia. Something must be off about me because…” she took my hand, twining fingers, “the more you warn me away, the hotter it makes me.” She took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes.
 

“I want you to do those horrible, nasty, delicious things to me. Even if you have to drag me kicking and screaming. I want it. I want you, so bad it scares me. And that fear just makes me hotter.”

I smiled - tightening my grip on her hand until she gasped - her nipples hardening between us.
 

I know, Meghan. You told me the second I saw you, screamed it out with the sway of your hips, the tilt of your head. I kissed her again, and there was nothing sweet about it. It was a promise, written in teeth and tongue, my hand pressing hard on her jaw.

“If I told you to get on your knees and lick me right now, would you?”

She nodded, eyes wide as she realized it was true. “Fuck me, I would.”

“Meghan…”

Her breath was ragged as she waited; the exit window was firmly closed. I would give her no more chances to escape.

“Tell me about the redhead.”

“What?”

I looked closely, watching her brain change gears, waiting for the reflection of a buried thought.
 

…There. I smiled.
 

I see it, Meghan – even if you don’t.

She looked taken aback when I returned to the bench. I slide the remote from her outstretched hand and placed it on my lap.
 

“Would you like to sit for a while? It’s a little warm, but I love the view.”

She sat, tenderly. No doubt the vibrations more pronounced against the hardwood of the bench.

“You’re going to fuck the red head, Meghan.” I tilted my head. “How do you want her?”
 

“Lia…” she started. “I don’t want to.”

“Do you want it to be sweet and passionate – a tender affair? Or, do you want her to take you, ride you hard like Pamela did? Do you want her to crawl to you, Meghan, freshly spanked with tears in her eyes?”

She looked up and quickly away.
 

 
Ah, the tears, then.

I increased the remote. Megan grabbed my arm, moaning into it and shuddering. I turned her so she was leaning against me, my arm around her shoulder, the other wrapping her waist.

“What did she say to you when the doors opened?” I started playing with her right breast, rubbing it with the inside of my arm.

“She asked if I was having fun as your new toy.”

I kissed her the side of her brow as she squirmed. “Tell me what you want to do to her.”

“Lia, I know you don’t believe me but, besides these...events with you, I’m straight.”

“And Pamela,” I said.

Her lips quirked. “I forgot about Pamela.”

“No, you didn’t, Meghan.”

Silence.

“Do you want her to lick you?”

“Heidi? No. Not really. I -” She squirmed, voice lowering. “I want to make her lick you. I want to hold the back of her fucking head and push her face in your …” she hesitated, face reddening.

I pulled her closer. In her ear, “Tell me.”

She did, hesitantly at first, and then with more enthusiasm, creativity rising with each gasp. She had a vindictive streak, Meghan did. I couldn’t look away at her flickering eyes, a deep thrill knowing this was her first time masturbating to another woman besides me.

I let her reach the edge, watching as her hips started to rise, then I nibbled her ear and powered off the remote.

“What, why? The fuck, Lia??” She was panting, squeezing her thighs together.

“What were you doing?”

“Doing? I was about to cum. What do you mean, ‘what was I doing’?” She eyed the remote like she was close to taking it from me.

“What were you thinking about?”

“I was – um, thinking about…” She trailed of, a new blush of heat on her cheeks.

“Say it, Meghan.”

She sighed, looking like she would rather be anywhere else. “I was thinking about fucking the receptionist.”

“The redhead.”

“Yes, Lia.”

“The one you were sure you hated not five minutes past.”

She didn’t answer.

“Meghan?”

She looked at me and I smiled.
 

“Do you still want to fuck her? I can bring her to you wrapped in a pretty little bow. Pink, perhaps?”

“Jesus, Lia.”

“She’ll be begging for you, aching for a taste of you. To lick your pussy until you cream all over her face.”

Meghan was staring up at me, mouth open. “It drives me crazy when you talk like that.”

I kissed her. Kissed her again until she started squirming, thighs and legs clenching, her pelvis make subtle gyrations.

“Do you really want to cum right here, Meghan?”

She looked blankly at me.

“In public?” I held up the remote, “Should I let you climax, right now in public. Or, do I make you wait?”

A soft murmur.

“I didn’t hear you, Meghan.”

“I said… I don’t want to wait.”

I pulled her closer.

“Lia, wait… um.” She shifted her eyes, chest rising with a deep, indrawn breath. “I really -” She turned looking up at me. “I really want to eat you, like right now. Could we…” She smiled nervously, “Could I please, taste you?”

I blinked slowly. Glanced at my watch.

“Come with me. Leave your shoes.”

Under the boardwalk was deserted, great wooden support beams obscuring the expanse of it. I pulled Meghan along the coarse sand, finding a half-submerged post. Told her to stand there, taking my skirt off, tucking the waist into my purse and hanging it on a notch of wood.

Meghan stood, shivering with the high winds, her feet sinking into the sands. She came closer, uncertain, when I sat on the rough post, my back against a beam.

I reached up and pulled her to me. Kissed her, running my hands over her breasts, pulling up her shirt to lick her stomach. She hugged my head, gasping when my tongue slipped inside the blue cloth of her panties. The taste of her arousal coating my tongue.

I told her to kneel.

“The tide comes in seven minutes.” I smiled. “More or less.”

The fucking look on her face was enough to make me climax right then, but I held off, pushing her willing head between my spread legs. Her groan mingling with mine.
 

She lapped me like the waves did the shore, spreading little suction kisses along the length of me. Inside me.
 
When the water started tickling her toes I held her head. She didn’t resist, she didn’t change the pace of her tongue.
 

She went deeper.

The tide rose, cold splashing my legs. Meghan was taking her time, rhythm unhurried, eternal. Her tongue coaxed me, drawing my hips into her.

A deep pressure grew at the base of my spine. Her moans pushing me to the edge.