“Good, good. Now spread those legs wide.”
He licks his lips and leans forward so he can get a better view as she spreads her legs.
“Touch yourself. Show me what you like.”
She bites her lip and closes her eyes before tentatively sliding one hand down between her legs and one to her breast.
I look away, but Titus must have been watching me because he hisses my name.
“You will watch her. You will see this stunning woman come undone. And when she defeats you down there because she made the smarter choice, you’ll remember this moment and wish you had been as brave as she had.”
No, I won’t.
I don’t say that to him, though. The guy seems to be a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic, so I keep my opinions to myself, not wanting him to take his anger out on the woman who is within striking distance of him. I glare at him before returning my gaze to Deity, who seems to be doing her best to tune us out.
“I could make you touch her.”
“You could try,” I answer, making him falter for a second.
“You want a performance, and she’s giving you one, but you’ll miss it if you keep focusing on me. I promise to keep my mouth shut and my eyes on the show if we can just speed this along. I have a fight to prepare for.”
He opens his mouth to say something because he’s one of those people that has to have the last word. But Deity moans, capturing his attention.
I hold back a sigh of relief. It would be just my luck he’d take another team member away, which would suck when we are so close to finding the answers.
“Yes, just like that. Now add another finger,” he coaxes Deity, who seems relaxed enough now to be getting into it if the glistening of her fingers is anything to go by.
She slips a third finger in beside the second and pumps her hand as she tweaks her nipple harder, making her back arch off the bed.
I expected her to fake an orgasm to get it over with, but her rapid breathing and coiled muscles tell another story. I feel oddly proud of the woman for making a shitty situation somewhat more bearable for herself.
“Harder. Punch that pussy.”
Good God, my ears are tempted to jump off my head and run away.
Deity looks like she wants to punch something, but it’s not her pussy.
“More. Give me more. Can you get your whole hand inside yourself?”
She whimpers and shakes her head as she struggles to try and get a fourth finger inside.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be penalized for having a tight pussy.” He chuckles, reminding me of one of those creepy dolls that have a string in their back you can pull and they laugh as if a demon has possessed them.
She looks at me, her cheeks flushed, her hand soaked in her juices as her legs start to tremble.
“Come for me, you slut,” Titus orders. With a soft wimper, she does, her eyes rolling back into her head.
She pulls her fingers free, but before she can move, Titus grabs them and sucks them into his mouth.
“Dirty girls always taste so sweet.” He laughs before yelling, “Philip.”
His attention shifts back to Deity. “Get dressed and get out.”
Deity scrambles to climb off the bed on shaky legs. She dresses as Philip walks in. He doesn’t bat an eye at the naked woman in front of him. He looks more shocked to see me dressed and unmolested.
“Get them out of here.” Titus waves, dismissing us.
Deity, who has her pants and sneakers on, slips the hoodie over her head, before grabbing her bra and tank top from the floor.
She doesn’t look at me as she pushes her way out of the room, but I see her cheeks flame red as she passes me.
“Deity’s team fights with five and gets the first choice of weapons,” Titus informs Philip before lying down and turning away.
Philip ushers me out of the room, closing the door behind us with a loud click.
He spins and turns his shrewd eyes to me. “What happened?”