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He inhaled deeply, and I realized my wanton scent had filled the small room.
“You must be aching.” He continued caressing me. My clit throbbed, and I whimpered.
“Yes, sir,” I answered, using the honorific automatically. He’d commanded me to use it the last time he’d punished me. My sex had grown wet and achy for him then, too.
His hands closed around my hips, and he shifted my body off his lap. He laid me on my back, standing at the foot of the bed so he loomed over me. My legs dangled over the edge, and my thighs spread wide in unwitting invitation.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Like I taught you.”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know… I’m not sure I remember how.”
His eyes flared. “You don’t make yourself come? You don’t lie in your bed and think about me while you masturbate?”
“I don’t touch myself. Not anymore. Not since you…” I swallowed my grief. “Never without you.”
He growled, his hands fisting in the band of his underwear as he yanked them down his legs. His cock sprang free, long and thick. I could barely make out the purple head in the dim moonlight, but his arousal was obvious.
I squirmed, suddenly uncertain.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” he reassured me roughly. “Touch yourself. Play with your little clit.”
My hand dipped beneath my panties, my fingers finding the hard bud. I gasped, my back arching at first contact. I remembered this pleasure, but it had never been so intense. He’d primed my body to crave this release, lighting up my senses with the lash of the belt and the tender touch of his big hand.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Circle your clit. Don’t rub it. Not yet.”
A broken whine slipped through my teeth, but I obeyed, resisting the urge to bring myself to completion immediately.
He fisted his cock in his hand, his corded muscles rippling as he squeezed the base before slowly pumping to the swollen head. A low curse dropped from his lips.
“Slide your finger inside that tight pussy,” he ordered.
A wet, wanton sound emanated through the room as I complied, submitting to his deviant commands.
“Find your special spot. You know where it is. You remember.” His voice was growing rougher, the words pitched lower as he stared down at me. His jaw was sharp, his green eyes burning through the darkened space.
I curved my finger against the place at the front of my inner walls that he’d shown me all those years ago. My back arched on a soft cry as a hit of ecstasy wracked my system.
His eyes tightened. “I’m not going to last,” he ground out. “Rub your clit. Don’t take your finger out of your pussy.”
My lashes fluttered, my eyes threatening to roll back as bliss washed over me.
“Look at me,” he snarled.
My gaze snapped to his, my breath catching in my throat as he pinned me in place with his glowing stare.
“Come for me.”
The words were a trigger. I pressed down on my clit and rubbed the special spot inside me. My thighs quivered, and all my muscles drew taut as the most intense pleasure I’d ever known slammed into me. His low grunt mingled with my sharp cry.
Something hot and wet lashed at my belly where my shirt had ridden up. He continued to pump his shaft, marking me with his cum. My inner walls fluttered, squeezing my finger.
My pleasure became too keen, my sated sex too sensitive. I quickly withdrew my hand from my panties, my breath coming in harsh gasps.
His palm pressed down on my stomach, his fingers swirling in the seed he’d left there. His touch dipped lower, his slick digits finding my pulsing clit.
“Please,” I whined, writhing. “It’s too much.”
His free hand gripped my hip, trapping me in place. “I want another.”
He stroked me in a demanding rhythm, rubbing his cum into my sensitive bud. I jerked in his harsh grip, but he held me fast. He’d never touched me directly before. The sweet contact of his hand on my sex after all these years of denial made my body alight for him once again, molten heat searing my core.
“Now,” he growled. “Don’t fight me. Submit.”
I shattered on a scream, pleasure rippling through my body in powerful waves. I twisted in his hold, my fingers fisting in the sheets. This bliss was almost too keen. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, and he didn’t relent until my harsh cry softened to a sob.
He finally withdrew his hand from my panties, swiping at the cum on my belly, as though he wanted it to seep into my skin. After stroking my shuddering body for a few minutes, he retrieved his shirt from his pack. He rubbed the soft cotton over my stomach, wiping the last of his seed away.
When he was finished, he joined me on the bed, curving his body around mine as he pulled me close. I let out a long, satisfied sigh and instantly sank into sleep.
