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He's just watching me, his gaze flitting between my face and my hand.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says as I press a finger inside of me, my legs shaking when I do. He lowers his voice so that he can whisper into my ear. “I bet you’re really tight. Are you wet?”
I tilt my head back, my eyes closed as I start speeding up. I’m soaked, and I’m sure he can hear it, especially as I start to go faster.
“I wish I could feel you with my fingers,” he says. “I wish I could bend you over this railing and fuck you until you scream my name.”
“Fuck,” I say, fingering myself a little harder, letting myself get closer and closer to my orgasm. My legs shake and pleasure spreads from the core of my body through to my extremities, until it’s all I can think about, fireworks exploding across my skin.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks.
“Jesus,” I say.
He inches closer to my ear, until his breath is so hot against my ear that it tickles me. “No,” he says. “But if you want, you can call me Father.”
I have to bite down on my lower lip not to scream, my body jerking as my orgasm takes over my body, every single one of my nerves tingling as he murmurs dirty things in my ears, and when I finish—when I really finish, and I’m too sensitive to touch myself anymore—I feel like I need to slump over and pass out.
He doesn’t let me. He grabs my hand, pulls it closer to his face, and licks my fingers clean, his tongue swirling around each digit, all while he stares into my eyes.
When he pulls away from me, I’m breathless again, and I can hardly think about anything except how fucking horny I am. He puts my hand down on the railing, still looking down at me.
“You looked stunning, Trine,” he says.
I close my eyes, my breath shaky. “Yeah, I…”
“Wait,” he interrupts me. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
I really don’t know what I’m forgetting, so I furrow my brow. “Thank you,” I say, since that seems like the only thing I could be forgetting.
“Thank you, Father,” he says.
“Fuck,” I reply, my breath shaky again. “Right. Thank you, Father.”
And even though I’m not even touching myself anymore, I think I might come just from the way he’s looking at me.
