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I do as he says, moving my hands back to my nipples, making slow circles around the tips. When he glides his tongue over his lips, I find myself wishing he would touch me. Or…Taste me.
His eyes meet mine and I know he knows what I’m thinking. I just do, because like I’m under some damn spell I’m no longer doing what I was told because I was told to do it. I’m doing it because I want to.
I do what he tells me because a part of me needs this, and I’m embarrassed and ashamed to admit it.
He knows.
I can tell he knows and my pussy is so wet, I’m worried I’ll start leaking. He’ll see it and know I’m turned on.
It’s stupid of me to even think that because he doesn’t need to see me leaking to know I’m turned on. He just has to look at me like he’s doing right now.
“Slow down,” he tells me and inches closer, stopping a breath away. “Slowly Mia, massage then squeeze your nipples …slowly.”
I follow his words and suddenly it’s too much. There’s been an ache in my pussy building with tension. Coiling inside me with each second that passes by.
I don’t normally touch myself. I don’t even have a vibrator, unlike Chloe who has a display of all sorts, with an assortment of different shapes and sizes.
The ache, however, makes me want to reach down to my pussy and give my body the release that’s building with every breath I take.
My nipples become sensitive to my own touch and I start panting. I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of him by getting off by myself. I don’t want to but I need to.
I’m desperate. So desperate. The smirk that now appears on his face tells me he knows that too. It was part of the interview.
Part of this game, whatever it is.
I start to catch my breath as the greed rises inside and I slide one hand away from my breast aiming for my pussy. I can’t take it anymore. To my surprise he stops me. Hand clamping down hard over mine.
“No…” he breathes and lifts my arm high over my head. “That’s my job.”
His job…
Fuck… I have to squeeze my legs together because the thought of him touching me is too much.
“And,” he leans closer, grins wide and satisfied as he stares me down. “You don’t touch your pussy unless I tell you to.”
I gasp when he shoves me back against the wall, my hand clasped in his.
Panic takes me again and snaps me out of the wild sexual haze. Not back to reality though.
No, I’m not anywhere near reality at all. Not even close. Close would make me at least contemplate whether he’d hurt me, like I considered before.
I’m somewhere trapped between reality and The Dark Odyssey, which I’m now pegging as some alternate dimension where people lose their minds.
I must be trapped somewhere like that because now I want him to take me and if his intention is to grab me and fuck me, I think I might let him.
He reaches for my other hand, cutting into my thoughts. He clamps my hands above me with one hand and damn is he ever strong.
I open my mouth to speak but once again I have no words. There are no words in my mind.
He moves right up to my ear again and lingers there, brushing his nose against my cheek. My breathing stills when he presses his nose to mine, so we’re eye to eye.
With his free hand he smooths his hand down my side and makes his way over to my mound. Light fingers flutter over the sensitive skin there and I suck in a sharp breath when he spreads my thighs apart and pushes one finger inside my pussy. His fingers move in and out and the suction mingling with my wetness makes my cheeks burn.
He moves back slightly smiling. “Wow, Angel doll, you’re so wet for me and all I did was speak to you. This looks like a very promising business relationship.”
I’m so glad that’s not a question or something I have to give an answer to because I don’t remember how to speak. I simply don’t remember.
I have a stranger’s finger shoved up inside my pussy and he just added another so he can start to finger fuck me.
