She lifted a cloth and the glass cleaner out of the bucket and went to tackle the mirrors over the sinks. A glance in the glass brought her to laughter. Pieces of her hair stuck to the side of her face, and her eyeliner was so smudged, it appeared as though she had two black eyes. Good thing she wasn’t vain, or she’d be in tears.
Spraying the mirror, Danielle heard the lounge door open with a swoosh. A couple of women chattered away, one voice she picked out as belonging to Cassandra. Bored out of her mind and within an earshot, she couldn’t help but eavesdrop.
“He held me down and held a bullet vibrator on my clitoris until I thought I was going to come out of my skin, I was so sensitive,” Cassandra said.
“You’re such a lucky bitch.”
“Too bad Master Cole went back to his office,” Cassandra said on a sigh.
Danielle’s chest burned, and her cheeks grew warm. Had Cole done a scene with Cassandra tonight?
She pictured Cole with a vibrator in his hands, holding it against Danielle’s clitoris until she begged him to stop.
She snorted quietly. Nope, that would never happen. No way would she ever beg him not to bring her to climax.
She dropped the cloth and the glass cleaner back into the bucket and washed her hands. The thought of Cole with a vibrator made her tingly. It reminded her how close she’d been to coming before she’d interfered with Kate and Jaxon’s scene.
She understood now she’d been wrong for interrupting, but she hadn’t done it out of malice. She’d been trying to help. Couldn’t Cole have let her off with a warning?
Instead, while she’d spent the last hour cleaning, he’d been forcing orgasms on Cassandra.
The lounge grew silent, and Danielle was once again alone. Exhausted, she slid the bucket into the cabinet underneath the sink and started to leave when her gaze landed on the couch. It looked so inviting, she was tempted to crash right then and there. Maybe she’d rest for a couple of minutes before going back to her room.
She lay on the couch and rested her head on a throw pillow. It wasn’t very comfortable, but she relaxed anyway.
A red light blinked up in the corner of the room.
That’s right. While Cole had mentioned there were no cameras in the bathrooms, he’d said nothing about the lounge area.
Was he watching her right now?
Someone had to be watching, and Danielle imagined it was Cole. That he sat behind his desk, staring at the monitor. He’d want to know she’d taken her time and completed her punishment.
Perhaps he’d unzipped his pants and freed his cock from the constraints of the tight leather. He’d wrapped his large brown hand around his shaft and slowly worked it up and down as he watched her, waiting for her to put on a show for him.
Looking at the camera, she ran her tongue across her bottom lip and moaned. She looked at the door. Would someone come in and catch her? If it were anywhere else, she’d stop and lock the door, but in Benediction, what she was about to do would probably be considered boring. She’d bet no one would blink if they caught her.
Her heart beat quicker, and she squeezed her thighs together. She brushed her hands down her breasts, coming to rest them on her middle abdomen. Her legs parted, and as one hand drifted south, the other released a breast from her corset. She licked her fingers, getting them nice and wet, then traced circles around her nipple.
In her mind, she saw Cole mirroring her actions, drawing his own thick fingers into his mouth and bringing the moisture to his cock, where he’d use the lubrication to bring himself off to the sight of her.
She dipped her hand below her panties and spread her labia apart with her fingers. Not surprisingly, she was already slippery from her arousal. She pinched her nipple and at the same time did what she’d been dying to do all night—slide two of her fingers inside her slick channel.
Keeping her eyes on the camera, she pumped her fingers in and out, pressing and rubbing her thumb against her clitoris. It wasn’t close to what she wanted, but it was more than she needed.
What was Cole doing now? Was he slowing his motions, squeezing off the head of his cock, waiting to come with her? Or did the sight of her getting herself off prove too much and had he already spilled into his hand?
Her muscles tightened, and a storm gathered low in her belly. She thrust her fingers in as far as they could go and twisted as the pad of her thumb circled her clitoris. She hovered on the edge for a moment and then fell blissfully into the throes of climax, her pussy squeezing her fingers and her clitoris throbbing.
She lay there as the storm grew quiet, and her body melted into the couch cushions. With her eyes on the camera, she removed her hand from her panties and sucked her fingers into her mouth, one by one.