“Good. Because from now on you’re going to stop pleasing others, Cassie, and you’re going to do exactly what you want. You understand?”
She nods, and my hands slide down her thighs. I duck down until my fingers grip the bottom of her dress. Slowly, I tug the slick fabric up while trailing my fingers over the smooth skin on her calves, then upward to her thighs.
“If I’m doing something you don’t want to do, you tell me, okay?”
She whimpers as I skim the soft skin of her inner thighs. Heat radiates from her center, and my dick hardens as my fingers linger on the apex of her thighs.
My other hand keeps her pinned to the wall. “Tell me, Cassie. Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Yes what? Tell me exactly what you want.”
My fingertips brush her panties, and Cassie moans. My body is electrified at the sound, and my dick twitches to attention.
“I want you to touch me, Paul.”
“Good girl.” My fingers stroke her panties and come away wet. “Now tell me. Be honest. What do you want to do with your life?”
Her brow furrows as my strokes set a steady rhythm.
“I…”
“Tell me, Cassie.”
“I want to be a writer. I want to tell stories.”
“Good girl.” I slide my hands into the top of her panties, and she gasps as I grip her mound. She’s soaking wet, and my fingers get coated in her juice.
“What kind of stories?” I pull my hand back, waiting for her to answer.
“I…” Her gaze flicks to mine, and there’s desire in her eyes and hunger. “Please, Paul.”
She squirms against the wall and her hips move forward, but I keep my hand hovering just over her.
“What kind of writer do you want to be, Cassie? Tell me and I’ll make you feel good. I’ll give you the release you need, baby.”
She bites her lower lip. “I want to write romance.”
“Good girl.” I press my palm to her needy pussy, and she whimpers as I move in slow circles.
I kiss her neck and throat and let her have a few moments of pleasure. But she hasn’t told me everything, and I want to get a confession out of her. I want Cassie to admit to the things she wants and then go after them.
The sounds of the party can be heard in the distance, but the only noises I’m tuned into are the whimpers and moans as Cassie dances on the palm of my hand.
While my palm circles her clit, I bring my middle finger to circle her soft entrance. I tease her with the tip, and her moans turn to little cries.
I pull away, and her eyes fly open. I chuckle at the frustration and need in her expression.
“You’re holding back, Cassie.”
“I’m not. Please…”
“What kind of romance do you want to write?”
She jerks forward and grabs my hand and thrusts it toward her. I love her determination, and I reward her with gentle strokes.
“Tell me, Cassie. Tell me what you want to do, what you really want to write. Release it to me, and I’ll release you.”
