The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 46

The cold air hitting my exposed privates wasn't the only thing that was yanking me down hard to earth. It was the way Nate was looking at me while he had Amelia in a headlock. I know I'd thought about it before, just a minute ago in fact, but I couldn't get over the way it felt so wrong to be in his gaze when he had his wife on her knees. For a brief moment, I thought about how Amelia had wanted me and then how Nate had had me the night in The Red Emblem. 

My n*****s hardened. I hunched over, hands splayed on the cold floor as I drew up my knees. He wanted to see me, but I didn't know how much he wanted to see. There were lines that were going to be crossed tonight. It wasn't my intention to cross them on my own. 

Nate's hard grip relaxed into a small pet. His hand ran down the back of Amelia's head and settled on her nape. She gazed down at the floor, mouth parting and tongue waiting to be used. She still had that hard look on her face that made it feel like she ran this whole show. 

"Sit back, darling. Hands behind your back," he said, not at me. Amelia pulled her hands back and clasped them down above her ass. Her thighs parted so that she could relax on her heels. 

Her head was still tilted down. It was the most I'd seen her look so submissive. She looked like the first statue I saw in the other room. The girl there was so soft, radiant, like an angel. She was nothing like Amelia. Though, now, I saw a glimpse of a girl that Amelia might have been when she was younger. It was a fading reality that I wanted to reach out and feel. I wanted to get under her hard surface and pull out the innocence that Nate had buried. 

My chest ached, as if I should feel sorry for them. Or for her. I don't know which or if either of these feelings should even be here. It wasn't my place to judge.

Again, I had to remind myself that I was the onlooker. I wasn't anything special to them. I was just a means to an end. 

"Stay there for me, love. You're doing wonderful." Nate patted her head and put his d**k back in his pants. He didn't bother zipping them. 

When he walked over to me, he stopped just a few inches short of hovering above me. I stared at his knees, unsure if he wanted me to look at him. The way he'd called Amelia a slut shouldn't have turned me on as much as it did, but there was that inkling of forbidden taboo that made me feel things I'd never felt before. I wasn't a prude. I'd gotten off by myself hundreds of times since I first knew what m**********g was. But there was a big difference between getting off with your hand and actually doing it with someone.

Especially when those someones happened to be a married couple. 

He tapped the tip of his shoe to my ankle. "Spread them."

I'd noticed by now that the way he liked to order around was with short clipped sentences. It was to get the point across, I knew that. But thinking about it, I found it quite cute. He probably didn't want me to say anything about that right now when they were in their "scene". I had to fight a smile off my face.

Though it soon died as his order did finally sink in. He wanted me to spread my legs. And show him my p***y.

This was the whole point of getting naked. So that he could see me without my clothes on. Duh. And though I should have expected things to move along, I wasn't prepared to be at the center point this time.

I was so dumb. I wanted to smack myself.

I slowly pulled my legs apart. It was like my thighs had glued themselves together it was so hard to get them separated. I stared at the space between his feet, still unsure if I should look up. It was the right choice anyhow. I think that if I looked into his eyes I might burst into flames. 

My heart raced as I felt a gush of cold air swoop over my cunt. It was dripping by now, aching for something to get between my thighs and just take me. I wanted something to f**k right into my hole.

Remembering the way my fingers at felt as Amelia ordered me to f**k myself, my hole twitched. My c**t throbbed and a gush of juices slid out. 

Horrified, my legs tried to close.

Nate swooped down and grabbed a hold of my knees. He forced my legs open. I cried out as a sudden pain went through my muscles. The surprise knocked me back slightly, leaving me winded for a split second. The pain subsided. It wasn't bad, just a small ache from not being prepared, but I couldn't help but glare at him. 

That was when our eyes truly locked. His dark eyes met mine and I got caught in them. 

"Could you give me a warning next time?"

His fingers dug into my knee caps. Embarrassing as it was to have my legs spread out before him, I couldn't stop the anger flaring up inside. Annoyance flooded my veins.

"Follow orders correctly and there won't be a next time," he clipped out. He let go of my knees. 

I let them dangle there. The lips of my p***y were spread out. My c**t was being constantly washed with cold air and my hole was leaking down my crack. The floor had warmed up where my ass was. I relaxed down on my elbows, stomach twitching as I worked my muscles to keep from falling all the way to the floor.

He watched me. That was all he did for the next minute. Taking in the details of my body, raking his gaze over me. Eye f*****g me. 

And if it wasn't for me being angry, I would have succumbed to it almost immediately.

"Could you hurry up?" I rolled my eyes. "My back's starting to hurt."

His nostrils flared.

Then he hoisted my legs up in the air until I was folded completely in two.