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“That’s once.” she threatened, releasing my cock.
I tried not to whimper as her hand left me, knowing I deserved it for acting out.
She grabbed the waistband of my jeans and boxers and, in one fell swoop, stripped me down to the ankles. I almost leapt back in surprise as she crouched at my feet, her mouth in line with my cock and her piercing glare still fixed solidly on me. She picked up my legs and forced me to step out of them, leaving me exposed and at her mercy.
Without warning, she shoved my knees, knocking me down onto the edge of the bed. I panicked, until I caught sight of the chestnut wisps of hair poking out from her thong, and I growled. Cat was between my knees, looking ready to charge. I licked my lips, anticipation riding me hard. I wanted her to take me away from this place, where I was engaged and she had a boyfriend, and deliver me to her kingdom.
She tilted forward, landing on her knees, her bum riding the heels I knew would haunt my dreams. She gripped my knees, roughly spreading my legs until my thighs burned.
“Stay.” She licked her lips as she freed me.
I followed her order, the bite strained muscle deepening my need, my cock standing rigid in front of her, thick and wet, begging for attention. She hadn’t looked at it once, even though I remember how much she loved to play with me when we were younger.
Her hands fed behind her back, reaching for her bra. She writhed in front of me as she undid the hooks of her bra, captivating me with the sensual sway of her body. She moved like she was riding me, her hips rolling, her shoulders weaving, all to release her beautiful breasts. They spilled from the cups as she slipped the straps from her arms, throwing it away to join the growing pile of her clothes on the floor.
Everything went blank as I finally laid eyes on her breasts again. No trace of hesitation distorted her face like it used to, back when I was the only person she’d ever fucked. I tried not to think about who’d helped her become this raging seductress. All I wanted to do was drink in the sight of her breasts as they settled against her chest, my cock leaking in approval.
Such a different time from now, where she was in charge, plucking her nipples, massaging herself, seizing me with her little gasps, showing me how rough she liked it.
She suddenly stopped, releasing herself, and shot me another glare before leaning forward, swiping her bag from beside my elbow and fishing around for something.
My thighs were screaming, my cock ached, and I was going to snap from the fucking tension. She had me spread out like a bloody buffet, and she was rummaging around in her bag like she had all the time in the world.
I heard her bag drop and the click of a bottle top before she used both hands to cage my burning cock with cool, slick lube, the fake scent of strawberry assaulting me. So fast and unexpected, my hips nearly shot off the bed with the pleasure rocking through me as she spread it around my cock, like a potter creating a new vase, shaping and moulding me to her design. My head had tipped back, and I hungrily thrust my hips, so absorbed in her touch and trying not to announce to the whole hotel that her hands on my cock was the nearest thing to heaven I’d ever felt. I remembered being inside her, how good it was to push past her tight folds and feel her pussy squeezing around me, but actually having her touch me again? I was on a one-way trip to paradise with no way of coming back.
Until she chuckled and released me. Until I looked to find her standing, her beautiful breasts rising above me. She threw the bottle of lube onto the bed, her slick hands falling to her sides as she walked away, and I was struck with sudden panic as she left. What was she doing? Giving me the barest hint, the smallest taste of what it felt like to be within her grasp, and then leaving me hanging?
She walked to the bathroom, my body tense, knowing I couldn’t move until she gave me permission. I had to behave. I couldn’t disobey her. She’d kicked me out the last time I’d acted out, but I hadn’t regretted it. Feeling her tight pussy clench around my fingers was the sweetest thing I’d done in years.
Cat didn’t leave me for long, returning with a towel and chucking it at my feet before dropping to her knees, as close to the bed as she could get without mounting me. She was so close I could feel her breath on my cock and the heat of her body against my thighs.
What the hell was she thinking? What did she need the towel for? She must have known this was going to happen, unless she kept a handy bottle of lube in her bag for everyday use.
She reached out with a single finger and stroked me from base to tip, testing my hardness, pushing me firmly enough to bully a stuttered gasp from my lips. She didn’t stop there, rubbing circles on the head of my cock like I was her new favourite toy before sending her finger back down the other side. Reaching my balls, she twisted her lips as she traced painfully light patterns on my skin. Her eyes lit with fascination as she finally looked at my cock. It was nearly torture watching her lick her lips like she imagined tasting me.
Cat was fucking with me, and I loved it. Slow strokes over my cock, loosely cupping my balls, sampling pre-cum from the tip of her finger, doing everything she could to wind me up without ever bringing me anywhere close to coming. I didn’t want to come, not if it meant she would keep touching me.
“Max.”
I almost didn’t hear her, so soaked in my pleasure-fuelled daze, watching her explore my cock like she’d never seen it before. My eyes fastened on hers, but she wasn’t giving anything away. No hard stare or soft smile, nothing to tell me what was coming next.
“When I speak to you, I want you to reply with ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ Nothing more or less. Understand?”
She stopped playing with me, listening to my harsh breaths that seemed to be the only sound in the room. Every one of my nerve endings was on fire as my body strained against the desire coursing through me. This wasn’t just her tempting me away from a party for a quick shag in a hotel room. This felt like she was establishing something, demanding something of me, testing me. There was a choice. I could choose not to reply, not to give in to her demand, but then she would leave me here, and I would be stuck wanting, waiting, craving the next time we met like a madman. I couldn’t bear to disappoint her. I needed to make her happy. I wanted to please her.
The groupies who’d wanted to role-play usually went for a sexy nurse or a naughty teacher, and I was always in charge. I was the one they wanted to please, not the other way around. As the seconds ticked by, she watched me, and hunger grew in my belly.
Desire won as I swallowed, wetting my throat, hesitating before letting the word drop from my lips. “Yes.”
Something broke open between us, and I soared at the approval in her eyes.
“Good boy.”
Pleasure of a different kind flooded through me. I was good. She liked it. She loved it. If I could be good, then she would love me even more. I just needed to do everything she wanted, lay my body out for her to play with, exactly how I’d dreamed about.
She cupped the underside of my cock in her palm, pulling my dick down closer to her mouth as she repeated those infuriating circles with the tip of her thumb. I couldn’t make a sound. She’d already shown me that with the love bite on my shoulder, but I wanted to hold her, kiss her, tell her how beautiful she looked when she took control of my body.
“You’re so responsive. Do you like it when I stroke you?”
