Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 3: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

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