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“Sit on the bench,” I command, pointing to the marble sitting behind her. She sits dutifully, a spark in her dilated, green pupils. She’s just as ravenous as I am.
“What do you want to see?” she asks in a breathy, salacious voice. The uninhibited, forward temptress from my class looks bashful at first glance. At first, I suspect it’s just an act, that she just wants to hear it. When I stop and really look at her, her hands are shaking. I realize she’s too scared to take the lead.
“Spread your fucking legs. Stop stalling, and show me that perfect pink pussy, Miss Hamilton,” I growl, harsher than before. She sits in a half split on the bench, opening her legs painfully slowly. I know that, on the exterior, she is everyone’s easy-going Olivia. She’s intelligent, well-spoken, submissive, and compliant. It's obvious in the way she’s getting increasingly comfortable teasing me, reveling in the attention that she has more that she wants to give. So much more than meets the eye.
“Olivia,” I chide in a scalding tone, my voice deep and demanding, to which she has the audacity to giggle.
“Keep it up and I’ll turn that perfect little ass red.” She blushes and squirms as I slowly peruse her body.
Legs parted, she looks at me expectantly. “Tell me what to do.”
“I told you what to do. Show me how you take care of that pussy when you’re all alone and this needy.”
Through hooded lids, she watches me, half-frozen. “No, like, do you want me to rub my clit or finger myself?”
“Whatever makes you come.” Surprise, doubt, or both, momentarily flickers in her gaze as my words register. Her eyes don’t deviate from mine as she dips her fingers into her glistening pussy, then snakes them back up to the sensitive bud waiting above. Her fingers work in expert little circles, drawing me a beautiful map and tempting all the self-control I can muster.
“Such a pretty cunt. I knew it would be,” I soothe as Olivia lets out sweet little whimpers. My cock strains painfully against my joggers. Olivia’s eyes alternate between the enraptured look on my face and the undeniable bulge growing by the second.
She’s hesitant. “It’s your turn to show me. Stroke yourself.” Her attempt to keep the need out of her voice fails, and fuck if her breathless, pleading tone doesn’t make my cock twitch with need of its own.
“This is about you, Miss Hamilton. You challenged me and here I am. Tell me, is it that greedy little clit that gets all your attention when you’re alone imagining me? Do you wonder if I’m sweet and tender or rough and punishing?” Her mouth parts further and her pace quickens. She’s almost frantic, desperate for her climax. I open my mouth to keep showering her with the praise she deserves as she gives me a show so erotic, one stroke would do me in. The steam from the shower rises around her in the soft lighting and she almost looks ethereal. The water droplets create a trail of all the places I want to explore with all the parts of me she’d allow. Black curls cascade down her shoulders, down her slender waist. She tips over the edge, back arching as a slew of expletives fly from her lips. Her eyes flutter shut, giving in to the tidal waves of pleasure wracking her body.
“Look at me when you come for me, Olivia.” Her emerald eyes meet mine, so vibrant that I’m sure they will haunt my dreams for years to come. It’s a truth so bone-deep, so unexpected, that I’m momentarily left breathless. She’s so fucking beautiful. So fucking sexy. If only, if only, if only.
“Do you want me to beg?” she asks me, her pleading tone immediately capturing my full attention.
“It depends on what you’re begging for,” I say after considering for a moment.
“I told you what I wanted,” she says as her thighs shutter and a breathy moan that threatens to buckle my knees escapes.
“Fuck, Olivia. You really want to watch me jerk off?” I groan, hesitant as I strongly consider crossing yet another line I vowed not to.
“Help you jerk off,” she clarifies timidly. Before I can think better of it, I shed my clothes and walk slowly towards her. She goes rigid.
“There’s no pressure. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” Her skin is silk under my reassuring touch. She tilts her head up to me, fiery lust ablaze in her eyes. “Oh, but Tomas. If I want it all?”
I cock my head, ready to call her bluff. “All, huh? You’re saying you’d give me anything I wanted right now?”
She nods. “You doubt me?”
“I doubt myself and my self-restraint the most right now. Since this is really happening, we need to talk. It may detract from the moment, but it’s important. Birth control?”
“The pill,” she smiles.
“Tested?”
“Annual.”
“Smart girl. I am, too.” The last shred of willpower to resist her snaps the second I feel her hand on my arm. Bending down, I grab a fistful of her drenched hair, pressing her mouth to mine. Her mouth is hungry, battling mine for dominance. After a minute, she relents, letting me lead, exploring her taste and tongue how I please as she does the same to me. My hand skims down her back, reveling in the feel of her flawless skin. She lifts her hand from between her legs and I capture her dainty wrist in my hand immediately. I pull away from her mouth, meeting the wanton look in her eyes.
“Did I tell you to stop?” She shakes her head slowly, mouth parted.
“Then get your hand back down there.” I let go of her wrist, and my hand is already aching to touch her again. She resumes her rhythm, alternating between rubbing her clit and fucking her fingers. I can’t help myself, enraptured by the beautiful sight of her. I move against the wall, giving us both some space and an unrestricted view of each other. My fist wraps around my cock and I give a low groan as I watch her come alive under her own touch. When her eyes snap to me, then my cock, she licks her bottom lip. The gesture nearly buckles my knees. In all of my time enjoying women, and I have enjoyed plenty, I have never been so beguiled by one so quickly. Although I’ve never really been in this position before.
The previous incident isn’t remotely in the same category. I really didn’t want Vanessa or the mediocre head she was offering. I just wanted her to leave me the fuck alone. When she propositioned me for the twentieth time at a particularly weak moment, I finally just said fuck it. I didn’t know she was recording or blackmailing me. What did it matter? I got fired and was prepared to never let it happen again.
When she gives me a bewildered look, I realize my hand has stopped and I’ve just been glaring at her. I resume my indolent jerking, determined to last as long as she does. Fortunately for her, the repulsive thought of Vanessa cools some of the burn. Her back arches against the shower wall, her nails digging into her thigh.
