Page 67 of The Man Upstairs


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I’d never known a feeling like this before. I had no idea how it felt to be as insane about someone as I was about my filthy saviour.

I needed to let him know that before he filed me away as a sweet little angel for ever. I didn’t want my freshly claimed virgin state to put him off, thinking I was too pure, because it could do. Itwoulddo. I was nothing like Maisie and the girls I was looking at online. I was a whole world away. So, I’d have to show him.

I felt like a thief as I delved into the box in his wardrobe. But I also felt empowered as I stared at Masie. And emboldened as I handled the dildos. Could I do this? Could I show him, for real and not look like a dumbass? I wasn’t sure, but I knew I had to try.

He steppedthrough the door with a cheerfulhello, are you still here, sweetheart, after work, but his tone was lighter. He probably had a whole speech ofI shouldn’t have done that to you, ready to present to me.

Now or never…

I tried to keep my breaths steady as I sat there on the sofa, awaiting his gaze. He appeared in the doorway, and it shocked him enough that he did a double take, mouth open as he looked me up and down.

I had his shirt open, my tits on display, and I was hitched up just right to show my freshly deflowered pussy. Beside me on the coffee table, ready to go, were the toys from his wardrobe, along with the rope twine, and the set of marker pens.

I tried to look as slutty as possible as he stared at me, praying with everything I had that I wouldn’t be shot down in flames.

“We shouldn’t…” he tried, but I didn’t want to listen to him. I shook my head, and summoned every scrap of my confidence, and I spread my pussy lips for him, showing him how wet I was.

“I want to be the girl in the photos,” I said. “I want to be her. I want you to show me everything. Every single thing that turns you on, and then we’ll see, won’t we? We’ll see how much I like it.”

I was expecting a battle, but it didn’t come. He was staring at me with hungry eyes. That’s what they were. They were hungry. The way he swallowed and stared at my pussy on offer gave me a rush of pride.

“I don’t want you to be like Maisie,” he said.

“Iwant to be like Maisie,” I told him, but he laughed.

“No, no, Rosie. I want you to beyou. You’re much more of a treasure than she ever was.”

His words warmed me, right the way through.

“Show me, then. Show me how much of a treasure I am. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

He shrugged off his jacket, and loosened his tie, casting it aside. He scoped out the toys I’d lined up, including the biggest dildo.

“I’m addicted to filthy sex with barely legal girls,” he said. “This isn’t a joke, Rosie.”

“I know. You’ve told me a million times.”

“That’s my warning,” he said. “Once I start, I can’t stop.”

“Good. I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.”

“I’m not sure you quite understand what that means.” He paused, took a breath. “I. Can’t. Stop. If you open the doors to my filth, there will only be one way out, and that will be you saying no and getting out of my sight. I won’t be able to hold back from pushing your limits. I won’t be able to control my urges.”

He looked again at the toys on the table. I felt the battle he was having with his senses.

“Up until now you’ve been an angel,” he said, “but my urges sink into the realms of perversion. If you go there with me, there will be no going back.”

My pulse was racing on overdrive, because he was on the edge. I could see it. I couldfeelit. One little nudge was all it would take.

I picked up the smallest dildo. I fixed my eyes on his as I ran the head of it up and down my pussy, trying to be as confident as Maisie.

“Do it to me,” I said, using my other hand to tug on a nipple. “I want it, Julian. I want it all. I want to be a good little slut for you.”

I pushed the head of the dildo into me and let go of it, tugging on both nipples now.

He was shaking his head.

“You seem so sure.”

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