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His command wasn't as threatening as usual, but this time, there was a playfulness that told me he was ready to play.
“I don't want to,” I said with a stubborn look on my face. “If you want it off my body, then come and get it.”
The trap was clear as day. He knew it, and that didn't stop him.
“You don't want me to take the shirt off, do you?” he asked as he held my chin.
“I actually do,” I answered. “You've been mean to me.”
“How?” he asked as he planted a kiss on my neck.
“You've… you've not been paying me any attention,” I answered.
“I thought we were going on dates together?” he asked, his hands on my thighs, slowly lifting the shirt, “We’ve also spent a considerable amount of time working together at the hospital.”
“That's not all a woman would want, you know?” I asked.
His thigh got between my legs, making its way up and finally resting on my pussy. I whimpered.
“What else would a woman like you want?” he asked.
My bottom was utterly exposed. My panties were still offering a last line of defense against him.
“You're soaked. Shall I take my shirt and leave? If you have nothing you desire, that is,” he said as he slowly undid the buttons.
As my breasts were laid bare, his hand held one of them. My nipples bore a hole into his hand; he only grinned in response. I was weak against him, and I was just finding out how much it excited me.
“Nothing yet?” he asked, undoing the last button, and taking the shirt off my shoulders.
His gaze lowered to my chest. My nipples were protesting angrily; my inner thighs were already dewy.
“I want you to make love to me, Bruce,” I whispered.
“Is that so?” he asked as his fingers reached for my pussy, gently rubbing against my crotch.
“You don't want to make love to me?” I asked, trying to resist the pleasure his fingers were offering.
He wasn't rubbing against my place aggressively. Instead, two of his fingers were gently caressing my clit, trapping my love bean between his fingers, and gently massaging it like it was his plaything.
“Fuck…” I whispered.
He went slightly faster. I held his arm for support, looking at his eyes for mercy and yet sexual judgment. He was unfazed. The cold, expressionless gaze he held caused my juices to overflow a little more.
“Ha…ha ha… Bruce… mmmm…” I moaned as his fingers left my clit alone and started playing with my slit.
He stopped and stared at his fingers.
“Oh, come on, please, Bruce, it's been a week,” I pleaded. I held his arm out and placed it between my hips, gently moving my hips as I slowly brought myself more pleasure. “I'll be a good girl. Please. Just give me more.”
“You should know how I would want my good girl to behave,” he stammered.
Without any further questions or urging, I let his arm go and got on my knees. I would have felt humiliated to be in such a situation, but I didn't care one bit. I was his little princess; it meant I was meant to be an obedient girl. I pulled on his pants and revealed his dick. I don't know why, but the first thing I did was inhale to ensure he still had that scent. He did, and it intoxicated me.
“You're just going to spend all your time sniffing?” he asked as he held his dick and hit it repeatedly against my lips.
He was rock-hard and raring to be inside me. I opened my mouth and swallowed him. My tongue skillfully rolled around his length as I turned my head from side to side to make sure he got to every part of my mouth. The bitter taste of his precum greeted the back of my tongue.
“You act like you don't want this, but you haven't had me in so long; you're about to burst,” I remarked as I stroked his dick, while maintaining eye contact.
