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What was happening on stage was making her uncomfortable. I could feel it from the way she was tensing against me, fighting the unknown desires that flowed within her. She wanted to hate watching it as much as she was enjoying the one-on-one lesson of what to do in the bedroom.
She should consider herself lucky, since I was in a generous mood and I was going to help her relax to the thought of sex. Let’s call it a small lesson in pleasure.
Fueling my internal turmoil, I cupped the volume of her breast beneath her dress, at exactly the same time the man in the other room, was performing the action. The exhilaration of her heartbeat pumping at my fingertips surprised even me as I was realizing I could dedicate the night to admiring my new subject squirm with pleasure in my arms.
She didn’t seem to agree with my gestures. Feeling that the strap of her bra had fallen, panic rushed like a anguishing coil to freeze her on the spot.
I knew exactly why anxiety was replacing her longing. ‘They can’t see us,’ I whispered, continuing to play with her hardened nipples, tracing their shape as I felt with each swirl she was buckling into the ground to deal with whatever was happening with her body.
Her gaze relaxed, returning to the stage to watch the rest of the show where Steve was returning the favor, attending Cyanne’s pussy with his tongue.
The image came as so sexual that Bea was hypnotized by their intimacy. I wasn’t sure if she was stunned or turned on, but she was about to receive some kind of royal treatment herself.
Tracing the length of her upper legs my hands fell to her knees just to come back up holding the hem of her dress until the sexy panties she had on came into sight.
‘What are you doing?’ she quivered, sensing my hand advance to the center of the thin material that covered her folds.
‘I’m not going to spoil my prize if that’s what you’re worried about... Just play with it a little.’ I could have used some magic lines, and come up with some made-up fairytale that would have brought her into my bed even before I would fulfill my part of the deal. But the thought of holding back from having her right there in that room was making me want her even more. Like a prize that would torment me for too long and was still worth waiting for.
Driving my fingers inside her panties, I searched for her damp folds, preening on her evident arousal. I was turning her on. I knew that beneath that innocently scared gaze of hers there had to be hiding passion and lust. And I was just freeing it to shine without shame.
‘Good girl,’ I wascongratulatingher for her obedience, perfectly knowing that she hated it. The expression was defying ranks, diminishing her importance to one of an object used for pleasure.
She was just that — my toy for the night, and she needed to be aware of it. No feelings involved. Just sexual attraction taken to the rank of art, making her needy to have me even if deep down she probably loathed me.
It was okay. I didn’t want her soul. I wanted her body. And if her mind was hating me, her flesh was responding to each one of my touches, swirl after swirl as I was playing on her melting core.
I was putting that perfect O on her lips, insisting on the nub as I completely forgot about the show, focusing only on her restrained moans.
The couple on stage were probably having sex by then but her vibrating body buckling up against my crotch was making me ignore them.
My pace increased, running over her silken skin with such intensity that I couldn’t hold back a groan of anticipation. I wanted her to cry out in pleasure, resting in the cage of my arms as I was extracting long whimpers from her lungs.
She tried to muffle the sounds, covering her mouth with her palms so I couldn’t fully know the effect I had on her body. Oh, but I knew... I knew and I wanted to sip the whines. They belonged to me the same way she did.
Pushing her hands away, I sealed her lips with my own, sending my toy into a storm of sensations meant to ruin her.
I wished I could say I didn’t feel a thing while kissing her, but the effects of the electric jolts racing through her were completing their circuit with me.
My tongue moved on her fiercer than before while my hand was showing off all master’s skills in how I could tame any kind of woman to fall at my feet. She was close and I wanted to push her over the edge.
I couldn’t allow her a second to pause, so clenching the hand I held over her breast, I was letting my thumb roll over her nipple while my other hand was blessing her with total euphoria.
Her clit hardened just seconds before I could hear her desperate voice echo against my tongue.
‘Brax...’ She was begging me to cease any actions, only making me ignore her as I was drawing out the last shattered remains of her ecstasy. I wanted to feel her truly give into me and the uncontrolled spasms of her legs as she was nesting against my chest were confirming that I had won the game.
I needed to stop there before I lost that anguishing feeling of craving her. She was giving me reasons to be excited about. Like a present left under the tree that I couldn’t open until Christmas day.
‘Good girl,’ I whispered, letting my tongue pulse on hers for a final time that night.
I knew she hated me for saying the words and that was exactly what I wanted — for her to understand that things were ending there. Nothing more to the evening. No cuddling in my armchair and definitely not any kind of talking.
She must’ve gotten the message. The instant the lights were back on, she was two feet away from me, fixing her clothes.
Shit, the show was over and I didn’t even realize it.The thought angered me, not because of what I had missed but because of how involved I was in pleasing her — a toy.
Come to think about it, I managed to fuck-up the whole night. She needed to provide me pleasure, not the other way around.
