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Chapter Ten
Julian
My addiction flaredto the surface. I had no resolve, boundaries nothing but filth, the temptation too hard to fight. Bubblegum bodywash and the glorious scent of coconut, and the sweet sensation of her hot mouth around my thumb.
Rosie wasn’t like the flirtatious students in my college classes, or the grinning girls who’d given me the eye for months on end, walking around my house along with my daughter. Rosie was a blank canvas. Untouched. Her actions said more than words could ever say. Her innocence was obvious by the way she sucked, swirling her tongue in a frenzy. Her enthusiasm was more than I could take.
My body took over, nothing but pure white heat behind my eyes as I pulled my thumb free and set my mouth on hers. My kiss wasn’t tender. My tongue wasn’t gentle. I gripped her face in my hands and possessed her mouth with the desperate kind of lust that drove me wild.
She whimpered at the shock, dithering just a little before her senses flew free with mine. Instincts met instincts, raw and unfiltered. She reached up to tangle her fingers in my hair, but they didn’t stay still. They couldn’t. They explored, running over my shoulders, grasping at me as I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into the living room. I only broke the kiss to drop her onto the sofa, and I was right down on top of her, my breaths in her face as my lips peppered hers.
“You aren’t going to be the girl in those pictures,” I managed to say.
“Please! I can be!”
I shook my head, breaths in a fervour.
“No.”
She must have thought I was pushing her away, because her fingers twisted back in my hair. It washerlips peppering mine this time, interspersed with begging.Please. Please. Please.
I was in far too deep to stop, too consumed to even think of pulling away. But there are many layers to passion. Filth and fetish were cornerstones to my addiction, but Rosie was at the very beginning. I had worlds to show her before the real fruits of my deviance showed their face.
That’s how I managed to ease my conscience right then.
It was going to be about her, not me.
I was going to show her what real passion meant.
I was going to educate her and give her what she needed before some useless cunt from this godawful fucking estate took it from her without even a thought for her needs. She wasn’t going to end up as a cheap token fuck in some asshole’s repertoire. I’d show her what it meant to be a goddess. A treasure to be worshipped by someone in utter adoration.
It would set her benchmarks for the future. Her life when I was gone.
My next kiss was slower, my tongue flirting with hers. She liked that. She moaned as she found her groove with mine, her tongue becoming more adventurous. Our breaths flowed into sync and I pulled away enough to flick my tongue across her lips, loving the delicate smile on her face as she looked at me.
There was as much adoration in her eyes as I’m sure there was in mine. Her smile made me smile and my cock swell. I’d been fighting the urges for way too long. Way, way too long. I hadn’t touched a girl since I’d walked away from Oxford.
Rosie’s confidence had definitely increased some. Her fingers came up to pull my tie loose, but I shook my head.
“No. This is about you, not me.”
She looked confused. “But I want to…”
I shook my head again, and this time I took her wrists, guiding her arms up and over the back of the chesterfield, leaving her sitting there, arched for me.
“You’ll keep still,” I told her. “You’ll enjoy what you’re given.”
She nodded at that, and my cock swelled some more at the sight of her subservience. She was a pleaser, who’d fly high on praise. I didn’t want to be pleased tonight, though. I wanted to fly high onherheights, not mine.
Her lips were puffy from our kisses. Tender. She was genuine this time when her teeth pinched her bottom lip, her eyes hooded behind her glasses as I let mine rove right the way down her body. My stare must have scorched as I soaked in the heaves of her chest, her work top straining over her tiny tits. I’d already glimpsed the prettiness of tiny nipples under damp fabric when she’d been wearing my shirt as a nightgown. I was desperate to see them through the delicate lace of her bra. Because that’s the thing about knowing filth inside out. I knew how to turn door handles and glance inside without making a sound. I knew how to snoop, undetected.
I’d seen her clothes on the floor. I’d already seen her sweet little panties and lacy bra.
I held back from touching her and savoured every moment. I stared at the promise of untouched skin under her clothes, my mouth watering at the knowledge it was all there for me.
“Do it,” she said, offering her body with the slightest arch.
“My pleasure,” I said.
