Chapter 44: A Conspiracy of Ravens, Part 7, Open Up

“Open up,” he murmurs.

I swallow, looking around, but the sea of faces is aimed squarely at the stage.

“Are you going to do as you’re told?” he says, not looking at me at all, his attention apparently on the stage.

“Here?”

“Yes, here. Open up.”

Easing my thighs apart, despite my nerves, my pussy glows, growing loose and moist. His hand covered by my cardigan, Ryan’s fingers glide up and in, sliding inside my panties, weaving through warm, damp curls and further.

His eyes still looking straight ahead, “Yes, gratifyingly wet there. Good girl. That’s how I want you.”

A finger advances further, probing my pussy lips, skimming my clit. Struggling to keep my gasping silent, juddering as I struggle for self-control; in my peripheral vision, Ryan is suppressing a smile as he makes relentless spirals of my hardening nub.

His voice is low but distinct. “I’d finger-fuck you, but I think the movement would show, so for now, I’ll settle for this...”

“Ryan...”