Page 18 of Serving Him

“What happened last night?” I growled, leaning back with a casual air. Actually my dick was already as stiff as a baseball bat, but she couldn’t quite see with the way I positioned my arm. “You have a habit of fainting? Low red blood cell count or something?”

And Rebecca flushed.

“No, I mean yes,” she said, biting her lip and looking down. Those huge tits quivered, the pink nipples stiff in the cold air of the bar and it was all I could do not to bend down and suckle one, just for kicks. But I wanted my girl hot, not cold, and the best way to amp up the heat is through a woman’s mind, do a little mental foreplay.

So I looked at her wryly.

“Is that a no or a yes?” I asked, an amused grin dancing about my lips.

Rebecca flushed.

“I don’t faint, not usually,” she said. “I mean I fainted back in seventh grade when they showed us that video about the hazards of drunk driving. There was so much blood that one minute I was sitting in the darkened classroom, and then whoosh, the next minute I was on the ground,” she admitted. “But since then, I don’t really faint. It’s just when I’m getting blood taken or something like that, then sometimes I pass out.”

I crooked an eyebrow at her.

“But there was no blood last night,” I rumbled. “No blood at all.”

The girl bit her lip again, looking at me shyly.

“I know, it’s just that I didn’t expect it, you know?” she murmured. “Didn’t expect it at all.”

Now I was interested, curiosity piqued.

“Didn’t expect the men? Didn’t expect the bidding?” I asked smoothly. “But surely they told you about all of that during Prep.”

She nodded, flushing.

“I knew about that,” she confessed. “It’s the cameras I didn’t expect. They were huge, like giant black bumblebees and I didn’t expect one to fly so close to me when I was … you know …” her voice trailed off.

“When you were bent over, spreadeagle?” I finished, my deep voice smooth. There was no sense in shying away from female body parts with me, I planned on having her every which way like a delicious pretzel. “You mean when you were holding yourself open, showing that sweet twat?”

And if she was pink before, then the girl was an even hotter shade of fuchsia now. It was fetching, the blush spreading over her breasts and down her tummy, dipping into her thong. I wanted to rip away the satin, to watch as those pussy lips swelled with heat, lush and puffy. Were they wet as well right now? Because I was fucking hard sitting in the club chair, although I masked it with the drink in my hand.

Becky nodded again, flushing.

“Yes, when I was showing you my insides,” she finished in a whisper. “When I was showing you what was inside me.”

And shit, but my dick jerked then, spurting a little within my pants. Because yeah, I remembered all of it, the scene playing over and over again in my mind. My eyes had been glued to the sight before me, the glistening walls of her cunt dripping honey, watching as that thin piece of tissue, her hymen, was revealed, so precious, so innocent. But I wanted to know a bit more.

“But they must have told you about the cameras,” I said reasonably, my deep voice a growl. “There were cameras all over you honey, in every corner of that room,” I added.

The woman flushed and nodded again.

“I know,” she said faintly. “It’s just that I didn’t expect one to hover right in back of me, the lens pointed straight up my body, and it threw me off. Plus, I was bent over balanced in those high heels, and the blood rushed to my head, and …” her voice trailed off again.

“And it was too much, huh?” I rumbled, voice deep. “It was too much.”

She nodded slightly, confirming, big tits heaving a bit with quick inhales.

“It was, and when I saw you watching, that pushed me over the edge, Sir. All the blood exited my brain and I toppled over,” she finished in a whisper.

If I’d been hard before, then I was fucking diamond strength now. Because Becky had admitted the unspoken between us. When she’d danced last night, when she’d bent over and pulled herself open, it’d been me she’d performed for. It was my eyes she met, that lascivious lick of her tongue had been for me, and now she was putting it out there. Sure, there’d been cameras and other men watching, but they may as well have not been there. The world had narrowed so that it was just two of us, and I growled at her then, a lion sizing up its prey.

“Well, we better teach you to walk in high heels then. You want to get up and take as spin?”

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