Madame

Chapter 11

Elizabeth's POV

Her moans fill the air, her hands gripping my shoulders, her thighs pressing firmly into mine. She thrusts forward; I can feel her shiver, her mouth hanging open even further than it already was, ungodly sounds leaving her throat.

I look down at her chest that she's so desperately trying to get me to touch, she's pushing her naked breasts against my clothed ones so hard it almost hurts. I lightly push her back with one hand while the other encourages the grinding motion of her hips.

My hand lightly touches the base of her breast, slowly going up the front and stopping at her nipple, flicking it to make it harder. Her hips jolt forward, and I smirk, loving her sensitivity to every little touch. Her nipple stiffens, and I take this as my invitation to grab it between my thumb and pointer fingers, lightly applying pressure.

She writhes above me, bringing her chin down to look me in the eye, "Please, I-I need more- Jesus fuck!" Before she can finish her sentence a, take a small bullet vibrator I had in my drawer and press it to her swollen clit.

She tries to pull away, but my grip around her waist keeps her from moving away too far, and my leg prohibits her from closing her legs, leaving her to cry and sink her nails into my back. I pull her hips, making her continue to receive pleasure from my thigh. "Fuck fuck fuck, don't stop," She screams, her hand grasping my wrist that is attached to the hand I have the vibrator in, "Please." She sucks in her breath, her thighs start to shake, her breasts bounce, and she falls into my chest, digging her nails deeper into my shoulders.

I feel warm liquid drip down on my pants, her warm breath hitting my neck as she rests her head on my shoulder, her thighs clamping around mine. "Good girl," I smirk, taking the vibrator away, causing a whimper to leave her lips and shivers to crawl up her back.

Before she can relax back into her upright position, I jolt her hips forward, making her scream, "Please, I can't go, three is all I have." She shivers, and I can feel her pulse on my thigh. I smirk, "You sure, I can feel your pussy pulsing on my thigh." She jolts up, and her eyes go wide, she quickly moves off my thigh, pulling her skirt back down over her hips, "How the fuck?" She asks, hopping on one foot to get her shoe back on, and I chuckle, shrugging my shoulders, "She misses me already." I lean over and grab a towel I had placed underneath my legs just in case anything leaked.

I dab the towel on the wet spot on my leg, and she watches me, embarrassment painting her face red, "Well, maybe it's because you were a little more 'passionate' this time." She huffs, pulling her blouse back over her head. "Maybe so." I look down again, dabbing at my semi-dry pants.

I stand up and drop the towel on the floor so that it can soak up any of the juices that may have dripped. "I'm going to be sore for so long." She complains, "Then don't come back till you aren't. I don't tolerate whining and attention seeking." I tell her calmly, walking towards my door so that I can have her leave.

She scowls at me, "Will I see you tonight at the party?" She asks as she flaunts up to me. I shrug, "It's in my house, so, yes, I will be there." I hold my tongue, knowing very well that if I do anything that signifies that that was a dumb question, she'll get all weird.

"Right, well, see you then, Madame." She flirts, swaying her hips unnaturally as she excites my office. "Fuck's sake." I groan, letting go of the door for it to close on its own, running my hand through my hair and cursing as my rings catch and rip strands from my scalp.

I brace my hands on my table and start to stress about the company that we will be having over tonight. Not that many outside people are coming but my grandmother, grandfather, and aunt are here, along with Valentina. Then the rest of the people are spouses of the household workers along with any children and other family members. Usually parties don't stress me out but since what happened at the Christmas party I've been expecting for something big to happen. I mean we are locked in on Andrew, we could strike at any moment, and on top of that Victor and his two boys are here, God knows where they are or what they're doing/planning.