Ruby Shadows (22 page)

I had no doubts that Laish could help me
finally overcome the barrier that stood between me and any kind of
personal pleasure. After all, he was a demon of lust—if he couldn’t
help me, no one could. So it was with perfect confidence as well as
a large dose of embarrassment that I did as he said.

I still felt incredibly bare but I had
stopped trying to cover myself—what was the point, after all? He
had seen me already and from the way he was still looking at me
with half-lidded eyes, it was clear he liked the view. Boldly, I
got on my hands and knees and crawled over to him, sinuous as a
cat. I was very aware of the way my breasts were hanging down and
swaying gently with each motion as well as the way his deep red
eyes watched me hungrily.

“
Gods, you’re lovely,” he
murmured when I finally got settled between his thighs.

“
Thanks, but you don’t
have to keep saying that,” I said, crossing my legs at the ankles
demurely. “I mean, it’s not like I can back out. We
have
to pay the Sin
Tax.”

“
I am not complimenting
you with any ulterior motive in mind, Gwendolyn,” he said dryly.
“I’m simply telling you the truth—a truth you do not yet realize.
Someday you’re going to understand how truly beautiful you really
are—you’re going to see yourself as I see you. And then there will
be no stopping you.”

“
Wouldn’t that just be
peaches and cream?” I said lightly. “And how exactly
do
you see
me?”

“
You’re like a butterfly,
poised to spread your wings,” he murmured, brushing a strand of
hair away from my face to kiss my cheek. “You mortals…your lives
are so short yet in that brief time you shine so brightly. I want
to help you spread your wings and fly.”

“
All right.” If my voice
came out a bit breathless, it was because he was so close and his
warm breath felt so good against the side of my vulnerable neck.
His broad, muscular chest was against my back and his arms were
holding me close, his hands caressing my sides and thighs and
breasts. I felt completely surrounded by him, enveloped in
sensations. The heat of his big body…his spicy scent…the soft fur
of the bedspread rubbing against my bare ass…every pleasure seemed
heightened…every touch more intense.

“
I want to make you feel
good,” Laish murmured in my ear. “Want to touch you and make you
come long and hard tonight.”

“
You…you do?” I uncrossed
my legs and felt my thighs drifting apart. Already I was beginning
to anticipate the pleasure he would give me. I knew it was wrong
but I wanted it
so badly.
Wanted to be held in his arms and touched and
taken…at least up to a point. My nipples felt tight and achy and
between my thighs I was already wet.

“
I do,” he growled softly,
kissing my neck and plucking gently at my nipples until I moaned
and writhed against him. “But first you must learn to touch
yourself.”

“
I…wait—what?” I turned my
head to look at him, wondering if this was some kind of a joke. But
the look in his ruby eyes was deadly serious. He really meant this.
“I told you, I
tried,”
I said, frowning at him. “I really did and nothing worked. So
can’t you just…you know…do it for me?”

“
I could but I won’t.” He
gave me a slow smile. “If I did, how would you learn to help
yourself in the future?”

“
But I
tried,”
I repeated. The way he was
touching me…kissing my neck…caressing my breasts…stroking my
nipples…was making me feel incredibly hot and aroused. The thought
of trying to touch myself and getting no result was so damn
frustrating. Why couldn’t he just keep going?

“
You’re going to try again
tonight,
mon ange,”
he murmured sternly. “But this time I’m here to help you.
I’ll even get you started…here.”

One large hand slid between my thighs and
cupped my bare pussy. He’d done this earlier when we paid the Sin
Tax at the river Styx but now there were no panties to get in the
way and no one watching. I couldn’t help moaning as I felt my pussy
pressing against his palm and the heat of his hand against my most
sensitive area.

“
Feels good, no?” Laish
asked softly.

I nodded. “Y-yes.” I wanted him to do
more…to open me and touch me as he had threatened to do earlier.
Wanted him to make me come.

But to my great disappointment, he removed
his hand.

“
Why did you do that?” I
asked, feeling frustrated. “It was just beginning to feel
good.”

“
It can feel just as good
with your own hand,” he told me. “Try it, Gwendolyn…cup your hot
little pussy in your palm.”

I blushed at his naughty words but did as he
said, sliding my hand between my thighs to hold myself as he had
done.

“
Okay—now
what?”

“
Now open yourself,” Laish
directed in a low, commanding tone. “In fact…I want you to
watch.”

He pulled a small square mirror out of the
air and propped it up between my thighs. To my mortification, I
could see my own hand clearly cupping my pussy.

Touching yourself—you’re
touching yourself and it’s dirty. Touching leads to trouble!
whispered a judgmental little voice in my
head.

Laish seemed to know what was going on
inside me.

“
It’s not bad or wrong,”
he told me softly. “I just want you to see how beautiful you
are—
all
of
you.”

“
I just…” I withdrew my
hand. “I don’t know if I can.”

“
Watch, then Gwendolyn.
Let me get you started.”

He slid his hands down my hips and let them
settle briefly on my inner thighs. I had a moment to think how
erotic his light tan skin was against my warm brown and then he was
caressing my outer pussy lips, stroking slowly up and down with
just his fingertips at first.

“
What…what are you doing?”
I whispered brokenly. “I thought you were…were going to touch me.
Show me how to touch myself.”

“
How can I show you when
you don’t know what you like yet?” he asked reasonably. “Before I
can show you anything, we must find out together what works for
you. What makes your soft little pussy hot and wet and ready to
come.”

“
And how…how are we going
to do that?” I whispered, shifting restlessly against him. God, he
was driving me crazy and he was barely touching me!

“
Through trial and
error,
mon ange.”
He sounded amused and aroused at the same time. “To start
with, I assume you enjoy this light touching?” He indicated the way
he was lightly stroking just the outside of my pussy, sending
shivers of pleasure all through me.

“
Y-yes,” I managed to get
out. “I do like it—a lot.”

“
That’s a good start then.
Some women prefer to touch or rub the outer area of their sex for
indirect pleasure. Like this…”

Suddenly the heel of his hand replaced his
fingers and he pressed hard against my outside pussy lips, giving
me pressure just where I wanted it most.

“
Oh…Laish…” I half
moaned.

“
Rub against me,
Gwendolyn. You are in charge,” he murmured, still pressing. “Let me
know if it feels just right or if you need a more direct
touch.”

I let my hips roll, pressing up to meet his
hand, feeling the sparks of pleasure building at his firm pressure.
Part of me wondered where I had gotten the nerve to act so
shamelessly…and part of me wondered why I had waited so long to do
something like this—why hadn’t I thought to try it before. Probably
because of the massive guilt complex I carried around that had to
do with anything sexual. But for right now, I found I was able to
leave the guilt behind and just enjoy the pleasure of Laish’s
touch. Was that because he was a demon of lust? Or because I really
did trust him enough to relax and enjoy myself? I didn’t know—I
just didn’t want it to stop.

“
Well?” he murmured after
a few minutes of pressing me patiently while I rubbed against
him.

“
It feels good…really
good,” I admitted breathlessly. “But it’s not quite…quite what I
need. I need something else…something more.”

“
A more direct kind of
contact then, perhaps.” He pulled the heel of his hand away and
stroked my outer pussy lips once more with his fingertips. Then,
making sure I was watching in the small, square mirror, he parted
me gently, baring my inner folds.

“
Oh, God…” I couldn’t
believe what I was seeing. My inner petals were slick and wet with
desire and the tight little bump of my clit was peeking out
prominently, almost as though it was begging to be touched. But I
knew from past experience that was a bad idea. I was too sensitive
there…too inhibited.

To my relief, Laish didn’t immediately try
to “press the button.” Instead he looked at me, drinking me in as
he held me open to expose my secrets.

“
Such a soft, lovely
little pussy,” he murmured in my ear. “Look how wet you are,
Gwendolyn. How ready to receive pleasure.”

“
I want to,” I admitted.
“I really do…I’m just not sure how. I’m so
sensitive
there.”

“
Some women prefer to
touch themselves through fabric or cloth.” Laish sounded
thoughtful. “Perhaps I should not have removed your panties after
all. But here…”

He made a gesture and suddenly I was wearing
a pair of panties that consisted of a few strings and a single
small triangle of white silk that barely covered my open pussy.

“
Now watch,” he murmured,
running one fingertip down the center of my spread cleft. I gasped
at the sensation of the smooth silk sliding across my flesh. My
pussy was so wet the little white silk triangle was immediately
soaked.

“
Gods, Gwendolyn,” Laish
murmured hoarsely in my ear. “I love the way your soft little pussy
gets so wet and hot for me. Love the way I can feel your need
growing and see how much you ache for pleasure.”

I could see it too. Much to my
embarrassment, the little bump of my clit was clearly visible
through the wet panties, still begging to be touched.

But touched in what way? The feeling of the
silk, as Laish continued to stroke me through it, was incredibly
erotic but I still didn’t feel like the indirect touch would allow
the pleasure to build enough to reach any kind of completion.

“
I…I like it,” I
whispered, writhing against his hand. “But…it’s not quite
enough.”

“
But touching you directly
on your clit would be too much, I am guessing,” he said. “Perhaps
we can find a happy medium?”

He made another gesture and the panties
disappeared, leaving me bare once more. Bare and spread out with my
thighs splayed wide as I watched his hands between my legs, his
long fingers spreading open my tender folds.

Goddess!
I wanted to writhe with embarrassment all over
again. But as embarrassed as I was, I had to admit I didn’t want to
stop. Experimenting like this with Laish was getting me incredibly
hot. I just wanted to find a way to make it continue…to make
it
more
.

“
Now, Gwendolyn.” His
deep, soft voice in my ear made me squirm and press back against
him. “Let me try something else—are you ready?”

“
Y-yes,” I stuttered,
wondering what he had in mind.

“
Watch and see,” he
murmured, making me feel like he was reading my thoughts
again.

Lifting his hand, he sucked two long fingers
into his mouth, getting them slippery and wet. Then he reached
between my legs again and bracketed my swollen clit with them,
stroking on either side without actually touching the sensitive bud
itself.

“
Oh!” The effect on my
body was immediate and electric. At his intimate touch, I felt as
if a jolt of pleasure had gone straight through me, making my hands
clench into fists and my toes curl. Goddess, it felt
amazing
.

“
Is it good?” Laish
continued with a slow up and down motion and then switched to
circling my clit very gently with just one finger, still not
touching it directly. “Does it feel right to you,
Gwendolyn?”

“
Yes,” I whispered,
writhing under his hand. “Yes,
so
right.”

“
Good—then I want you to
try it yourself.”

To my intense disappointment, he pulled his
hand away, leaving me writhing against nothing.

“
Laish!” I protested.
“Please, that was really good! I was starting to feel close—I mean,
I
think
I
was.”

It was hard to say
exactly, since I’d never had an orgasm before. But while he was
touching me so gently I’d felt almost like someone was winding a
wire or a rubber band tight inside me somewhere. Something told me
if only that wire would snap, it would release the building tension
and take me with it. As before, I just wanted
more
.

“
Try it yourself,” Laish
said, ignoring the imploring looks I was giving him. “Come,
mon ange—
you can do it.
Bring yourself pleasure.”