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"No... I..."
"Take it off, Clarissa," I say, gently but firmly. I'm going to walk her through this experience, until she breaks and is put together again.
Her slender fingers find the straps of her red G-string and she slides it down her legs and steps out of it.
"Turn."
She's already starting to before I say it, her breath growing heavier, her center of gravity lowering as she gives in to my commands.
The air weighs heavier with my arousal, but it's more than that. It's want, it's need. It's a craving for her that I've never been able to quench no matter how many times we have sex.
When she finally faces me again, I get up, walking over to her to tilt her chin with the crook of my index finger, and lay a soft kiss on her lips.
She shivers and her eyes flutter closed until I pull away.
"Listen to me. Now you are beautiful. Just you. Nothing in this fucking place can compare to you. Do you understand me? All this is just a fucking insult to my eyes because it hides me from you, and I want nothing but you, wholly, completely, untouched."
I return to the chair, lean back, unable to look away from her.
"Do you ever touch yourself, Clarissa? Do you ever play with that sweet, perfect cunt and make yourself come?"
"Sometimes. Not much." She flushes with embarrassment.
"Where do you do it? In bed? In a chair?"
Her face blazes scarlet. "The shower."
"Show me. Stand there, in your heels, naked, and show me how you touch yourself. For me."
She starts to protest but stops when she sees how I'm looking at her.
Hungry. Starving.
"For me, Clarissa. Not for you. For me."
Her fingers, tentative and trembling, lift to the curve of her neck, and she slides them down to flick at her nipples. Soft flicks as they harden under her touch. She doesn't linger for too long.
Her right hand walks down the length of her stomach until it rests on her pubis, her fingers gently fluttering over her pussy.
"Spread your legs, baby, spread them so I can see how wet you are."
She complies, taking two little steps outward, her pussy already glistening under the showroom lights, the mirror showing me every angle of her, every curve.
Her tongue flicks out, running along her bottom lip, and then she slides one finger between her legs and inside her.
God.
"Oh, darling, you are so fucking gorgeous. Touch yourself, show me what feels good to you."
All I want is to take out my cock and jack it, but this is about her. I have to remind myself that this is about her.
Legs spreading a little more, she lowers her hips, one hand flicking her nipples hard as she circles her clit, a moan bubbling over her lips.
I don't know if it's the lights or from her fingers, but a soft sheen makes her face glow as she circles her lips.
"Matthias?"
"Yes?"
