finger.
“How many men have made you cum?” His breath was hot and quick against her pussy.
She buried her face in her arm again, so humiliated by the answer she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
He bit down on her clit and she jerked her body up, screaming. “Only you!”
The confession made him freeze. He looked up at her from between her legs with a wicked smirk.
“Really?”
She pressed her face harder against her arm and nodded. He gave her a long lick, dipping his tongue into her folds.
“I watched you at night, touching yourself.” Her eyes flung open and she looked at him in horror.
He gave her another long lick, relishing her eyes wide and on him as his tongue violated her.
“We installed cameras in your apartment. I loved watching you rub yourself. I watched how you worked yourself up, how you liked to flick your clit.” He darted out his tongue, flicking her.
She stared at him stunned, so mortified by his words and actions.
“I studied how you manipulated yourself into an orgasm, it was so hot.”
His words seemed to snap her out of her stunned horror. “You fucking bastard!”
She fought against her bounds and against him. Cole just chuckled and went back to licking her, thrusting two fingers in and out of her. Her struggles only succeeded in rocking her hips against him, pressing his fingers deeper into her. A familiar tightness started to build inside her.
“No, no, no,” she pleaded to herself, but her hips were already rocking against him in desire rather than escape.
He took her clit between his lips and sucked, flicking his tongue over it again and again until he felt her release against his fingers.
He continued to lick at her, taking every last shuddering spasm and moan of her orgasm. As she stilled, he took a final lick before moving up her body and kissing her. She tried to turn her head away, but he caught her lips with his and assaulted her mouth. Then, he was off of her, tapping her wrists, and releasing her from her bonds. He walked out of the room, slamming the front door behind him and leaving her alone in his quarters.
CHAPTER 6
He rubbed his hand over his mouth, trying to remove the taste of her. He was moving too quickly with her. He’d meant to take his time, not nearly take her on the third day he had her. She’d probably never take a shower again at this rate. Picking up his pace, he scowled thinking how close he was to taking her, how the feel of her trembling against his fingers and mouth drove him nuts. Just the thought made him want to turn around and fuck her into oblivion, but instead he kept walking away from her.
. . .
She stayed in the bed for a long time. Her mind was swimming, but the main thought that kept coming to the surface was that he’d made her cum so easily, when no one else had. His touch made her traitorous body burn - and yearn - for more. The guilt was almost too much for her, what would her father say if he ever found out? Would he call her a traitor? Finally, she couldn’t stand her nakedness and got up, looking for something to wear. She opened a few dresser drawers, pulling out one of his undershirts and boxers. The boxers were too big and kept falling off her hips; she begrudging had to take them off. Luckily, his tee shirt stopped just above her knees. It smelled like him and she really wanted to take it off, but chose the reminder of him compared to nakedness.
She ventured out into the living room, realizing she’d never really explored it before. The entire suite was covered in shades of gray, black, and white. It was very masculine and Spartan. It was bare of emotion or identity; there wasn’t a single photo, piece of art work, or knickknack that helped her better understand the man that inhabited the space. There was an open laptop on his desk and she went to it, clicking it on.
Eye Scan
“How many men have made you cum?” His breath was hot and quick against her pussy.
She buried her face in her arm again, so humiliated by the answer she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
He bit down on her clit and she jerked her body up, screaming. “Only you!”
The confession made him freeze. He looked up at her from between her legs with a wicked smirk.
“Really?”
She pressed her face harder against her arm and nodded. He gave her a long lick, dipping his tongue into her folds.
“I watched you at night, touching yourself.” Her eyes flung open and she looked at him in horror.
He gave her another long lick, relishing her eyes wide and on him as his tongue violated her.
“We installed cameras in your apartment. I loved watching you rub yourself. I watched how you worked yourself up, how you liked to flick your clit.” He darted out his tongue, flicking her.
She stared at him stunned, so mortified by his words and actions.
“I studied how you manipulated yourself into an orgasm, it was so hot.”
His words seemed to snap her out of her stunned horror. “You fucking bastard!”
She fought against her bounds and against him. Cole just chuckled and went back to licking her, thrusting two fingers in and out of her. Her struggles only succeeded in rocking her hips against him, pressing his fingers deeper into her. A familiar tightness started to build inside her.
“No, no, no,” she pleaded to herself, but her hips were already rocking against him in desire rather than escape.
He took her clit between his lips and sucked, flicking his tongue over it again and again until he felt her release against his fingers.
He continued to lick at her, taking every last shuddering spasm and moan of her orgasm. As she stilled, he took a final lick before moving up her body and kissing her. She tried to turn her head away, but he caught her lips with his and assaulted her mouth. Then, he was off of her, tapping her wrists, and releasing her from her bonds. He walked out of the room, slamming the front door behind him and leaving her alone in his quarters.
CHAPTER 6
He rubbed his hand over his mouth, trying to remove the taste of her. He was moving too quickly with her. He’d meant to take his time, not nearly take her on the third day he had her. She’d probably never take a shower again at this rate. Picking up his pace, he scowled thinking how close he was to taking her, how the feel of her trembling against his fingers and mouth drove him nuts. Just the thought made him want to turn around and fuck her into oblivion, but instead he kept walking away from her.
. . .
She stayed in the bed for a long time. Her mind was swimming, but the main thought that kept coming to the surface was that he’d made her cum so easily, when no one else had. His touch made her traitorous body burn - and yearn - for more. The guilt was almost too much for her, what would her father say if he ever found out? Would he call her a traitor? Finally, she couldn’t stand her nakedness and got up, looking for something to wear. She opened a few dresser drawers, pulling out one of his undershirts and boxers. The boxers were too big and kept falling off her hips; she begrudging had to take them off. Luckily, his tee shirt stopped just above her knees. It smelled like him and she really wanted to take it off, but chose the reminder of him compared to nakedness.
She ventured out into the living room, realizing she’d never really explored it before. The entire suite was covered in shades of gray, black, and white. It was very masculine and Spartan. It was bare of emotion or identity; there wasn’t a single photo, piece of art work, or knickknack that helped her better understand the man that inhabited the space. There was an open laptop on his desk and she went to it, clicking it on.
Eye Scan
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