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The bedroom door closes. Jack leans back against it with the first hints of a smile playing across his lips. “You’re wearing way too much,” he says. “Strip for me.”
“What if I say no?”
“Your ass turns bright red under my hand and you still end up naked. Your choice.”
“What a decision. What was it you said to me? You’ve got to make the best choice you can with the information you have?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Well?”
“I guess I better strip.”
He sits in the armchair in the corner of the room, legs crossed at the ankle, his chin resting on his hand as he watches me.
I cross to my bedside lamp and switch it on. Better than the too bright bulb above my head. He gets the message, flicking the room light off. Now I’m half in shadow. “Much more like it,” he says. “I approve.”
I unbutton my blouse slowly, watching him the entire time. His eyes are fixed on my chest. My heart thumps in my chest. I like him watching me. When did I start liking that?
With the blouse undone, I slide it from my shoulders, revealing the lacy bra fate ordained I should wear today. It even matches my panties, not a regular occurrence at all.
I turn away from him, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the ground. I stay facing away from him, unzipping my pants and pushing them down to the ground, bending at the hip, not looking but knowing his eyes are boring into me like lasers.
I kick off my pants, standing up tall and then sliding down my panties inch by inch, taking my time, bending once again, knowing how hard he must be by now.
“Fucked anyone while I was away?” he asks as I stand up again.
“No one.”
“You’ll fuck no one but me ever again. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Turn and face me.”
I do as he commands, spinning around in time to find him standing up, his cock sticking out from his zipper, pointing toward me. I can almost feel the heat coming off it.
“On your knees,” he says, stroking his shaft slowly back and forth.
I settle on the rug, opening my mouth for him, putting my hands behind my back, pushing my chest up, breathing as steadily as I can.
He walks toward me, pushing his cock straight into my mouth. “That’s where that belongs,” he says. “You look good with my cock in there, like the slut you are. My good slut, my dirty girl. I bet you’re wet for me, aren’t you?”
I grunt around his cock, unable to speak for the sheer bulk of it covering my tongue.
“Spread your knees. Show me that gorgeous pussy of yours.”
I obey at once. He thrusts hard into the back of my throat before pulling free, leaving me gasping for air. “Touch yourself,” he says, stepping back and looking down between my legs.
I stroke my pussy for him, shocked by just how wet I’ve become. He rubs his cock while watching me and I’m transfixed by the sight. I can’t look away. I think of that inside me, of how long it’s been since that was last in me, how good it felt, how good it will feel this time.
My body tingles with need, and a sense of emptiness grows within me. I push a finger into myself, but it’s not enough. “Fuck me,” I say, leaning back until I’m laid on the floor, my legs wide apart, pushing my hips up toward him. “Please fuck me, Sir.”
“All in good time. Onto the bed, on all fours.”
I climb up onto the blankets. “Head down,” he continues. “Pull your cheeks apart. Show me everything.”
I do as he says, feeling vulnerable but desirable. His breathing changes as he leans down and licks my tight, little hidden hole. His tongue plunges into it, making me moan into the pillow below me.
“Missed me?” he asks.
