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She tosses the shirt to the floor and kicks it away, then stands in front of me. I saw her naked yesterday, but it's different today. Today, her nudity is going to lead to something. Today, her nudity means something intense, something deep. Today, her nudity means she's going to get fucked.
She knows it, too.
I can smell her arousal. If I touch her pussy, it’s going to be dripping. Soaking. If I run my fingers between her legs, she’s going to open for me like she was made for this moment, like she was made for today, like she was made just for me.
"You're lovely," I say, and I walk into the room, closing the door behind me. I walk over to her, stalking her like the prey she is, but she stands still, meeting my gaze. "Look at your sweet little nipples," I say, reaching out. I pinch each one and she presses her lips together, but groans. "Do you like it when I hurt you, Fiona?”
“A little,” she admits.
“I think you like it more than a little bit. You’re wet,” I say, pinching her harder. This time, she groans louder. Her moans fill the room. She doesn’t try to hold back this time.
“You’re right,” she admits. “I like it. I know I’m not supposed to.”
“And who told you you’re not supposed to like this?” I palm her breasts, bouncing them in my hands. They’re firm, but heavy, and I like the way they look. Her skin is pale against my own and I love the contrast. I haven’t been with many humans. Not too many find their way to Sapphira. Not too many find their way into my bed, but something tells me this one’s going to be different.
Something tells me Fiona is going to be marvelous.
“Someone from my planet,” she says, closing her eyes. I continue to play with her breasts for a minute. Her nipples poke out. They’re hard and I want to taste them, want to bite them.
“Who? Your fiancé?” I ask, leaning down and taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Fiona instantly puts her hands on my head and grips my hair. Whether it’s to keep her balance or to try to control my movements, I’m not sure. She tugs me closer to her tits, and then I know.
She wants this, needs it.
She craves it.
“I never told him I like to be hurt a little bit,” she whispers. I look up, but her eyes are still firmly closed. Good. This means she’s going to be feeling every sensation even more distinctly. She’s going to be feeling everything I do and she’s not going to be able to focus on anything but the way it feels.
I run my tongue across her nipples, one and then the other. Then I move back again. They’re so perfect, so beautiful. I could spend hours worshipping this woman’s breasts.
“But there was someone before, someone when I was younger,” she says. “I wanted to experiment, wanted to try things.”
“And he didn’t want to,” I finish, disgusted by this man. I don’t even know who he is, but I hate that he made her feel bad about herself. I hate that he made Fiona feel like these urges, these desires, these needs are somehow wrong.
They’re not wrong.
“He didn’t want to,” she says, and this time she does open her eyes. They’re filled with tears, filled with longing. How many years has she waited for someone to help her explore this part of herself?
How long has she wanted to feel this way?
How long has she needed this?
“What happened, sweetheart?” I ask, kissing her cheeks, licking her tears.
“He told me I was crazy, that I was a freak,” she admits. “So I never talked about it again.”
“What exactly was it you asked him to do, Fiona?” I stroke her hair, pushing it away from her face. She turns her head away, breaking eye contact, but I grip her hair and turn her right back. “None of that. There are no secrets here. There’s no room for hiding. Not from me. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“You wanted this, little vixen, and you’re going to get it. You’re going to get all of it, and I’m going to make it fucking good for you, baby.”
She nods, but doesn’t say anything. I’m still holding her hair, still staring into her eyes. She licks her lips, and then she speaks.
“I wanted him to…”
“Yes?”
“Spank me,” she whispers. “And tie me up,” she continues. “I wanted him to tie me up and do things to me. I wanted him to play with me.”
