I’M SCARED

CHAPTER ELEVEN: I’M SCARED

SERENA'S POV

“What?” I whispered, my voice barely coming out.

Caspian’s hands came around from behind me and settled on my breasts. He squeezed them firmly through the thin fabric of my dress. The pressure made me gasp. In the full-length mirror in front of us, our eyes met. His grey eyes stared straight into mine like he could see every secret I was trying to hide. It felt like he was looking into my soul. My heart raced so fast I could hear it in my ears.

He started undressing me slowly while still staring at me in the mirror. His fingers found the zipper at the back of my dress and pulled it down. The sound was quiet but it made my skin tingle. The fabric loosened and slipped off my shoulders. He pushed it lower until it hung around my waist. My strapless bra was the only thing covering my chest now. His hands went back to my breasts, squeezing and kneading them with slow, deliberate pressure. My nipples hardened under his touch.

Then his hands moved down my body. He rubbed my thighs slowly, up and down, the heat of his palms seeping through my skin. He spread my legs a little while we both watched in the mirror. The sight of myself like this, half undressed, my legs opening under his hands, it all made my cheeks burn. His fingers grazed the front of my panties. I gasped at the light, teasing touch.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs, Serena.” he whispered into my hair.

I obeyed. I opened my legs wider. The cool air touched my skin. His fingers pressed against my clit through the already wet fabric of my panties.

He rubbed slow circles. My breathing grew heavier. My chest rose and fell faster. My head wanted to fall back against his shoulder, but I forced myself to keep looking in the mirror. He was still fully dressed in his dark shirt and pants. My dress hung loosely around my hips. I looked completely exposed next to him. The contrast made everything feel more intense.

I should stop this. I should still try to have some dignity, but it felt too good to stop.

Caspian pinched my nipples hard through the bra. I gasped again. The sharp pleasure shot straight between my legs. My knees felt weak. Then he shifted my panties to the side. His fingers found me wet and ready. He made a low sound of approval when he felt how soaked I was. The sound went straight to my core.

He dipped one finger inside me and started moving it in and out. Slow at first, then deeper. Our eyes stayed locked in the mirror. The sight made everything more intense. I could see his hand working between my legs. I could see my own face flushed and open. I could see the way his grey eyes never left mine.

I closed my eyes, finally resting my head on his shoulders.

When I whispered his name, it was soft and broken, he laughed quietly against my ear. My cheeks burned with heat and embarrassment. I felt exposed in more ways than one.

“Open your eyes.” He said, in a low voice.

He nibbled on my earlobe. “My beautiful wife,” he murmured, the words low and possessive.

His finger kept moving inside me, curling just right, hitting the spot that made my legs shake. His other hand stayed on my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple. The pleasure built fast in my belly. My hips moved against his hand without me meaning to. My breathing turned into soft, broken sounds.

Then he spoke right into my ear, his voice low and serious.

“Why don’t you trust me?”

The question hit me at the same time as the pleasure. My body locked up. The fear and the climax crashed together. I came hard, pulsing around his finger, a broken moan leaving my lips. My eyes stayed on his in the mirror the whole time. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

He pulled his finger out slowly. Still watching me in the mirror, he brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean. The sight made my stomach flip and I felt my pussy pulse at the sight. My legs felt weak.

Then he walked to the bed and sat down. He patted his lap once.

“Come here.”

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but before I could let out a word, he cut me off.

“Now.”

I slipped the rest of the dress off my hips and let it fall to the floor. I was left in only my strapless bra and wet panties. The air felt cool on my heated skin. I walked over to him on slightly unsteady legs and sat on his lap. He didn’t touch me right away. He just looked at me. His hands rested on his own thighs, not on me. The lack of touch made me more nervous than if he had grabbed me.

His voice was quiet but firm.

“Are you hiding something from me?”

I stayed silent. My heart was still racing from the orgasm and from fear. He definitely saw the name on the phone. I had deleted the messages and number but I felt it looming over me.

If what A told me was true, then I don't know what I'd do. Everything felt too big and too dangerous to say out loud.

“I’m giving you a chance to tell me yourself, my darling wife,” he continued, his eyes never leaving my face.

I looked down at my hands resting on my lap. My fingers were slightly trembling. I could feel his hard body under me, the heat of him, the control he always held. I wanted to tell him everything. I also wanted to protect myself and Lucas. But the words stuck in my throat.

Finally I spoke, my voice coming out small and shaky.

“I’m scared.”