sensing
my fear. “Very gently, darling. Just spread yourself open and trust me. I won’t
hurt you.”
He seems to keep his word about these kinds
of things. If he promises pain, he delivers, if he promises pleasure, well, he
gives that too. So I bite my lip and make myself spread my thighs a little
wider, trying to welcome him in. “All right,” I whisper.
“Such a good girl,” Aiden says, his deep
voice slightly hoarse. “Such a good girl to spread open your pussy for me,
Emma.”
His words of approval send a jolt of pure
lust straight through me. Why that should be, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the
dirty words spoken in that deep, sensual voice. Or maybe it’s the gentle way
he’s touching me. He couldn’t be any more careful even if he knew my virginal
status. Speaking of which… ow . Now it’s starting to hurt just a little as
two thick fingers begin to slide into my liquid depths.
“Hmm.” I can hear the worry in Aiden’s tone
but I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. Not when he’s touching me so intimately.
“You’re very tight,” he says. “More so than any other female I’ve ever felt.”
He withdraws his fingers. “I’m going to try something,” he murmurs, spreading
my pussy lips again.
“Wh-what?” I manage to squeak out as he
begins that slow, circular massage around my clit that drives me crazy.
“I’m going to make you come and see if
you’ll loosen up for me. You do want to come, don’t you, Emma?”
At this point, there’s no way I can deny
it. “Yes,” I whisper in a very small voice.
“Yes, what?” he asks.
I know what he wants. “Yes Master,” I say.
“I-I want to come.”
“Ask me for it, then.” His fingers continue
to circle, almost but never quite touching me where I need him the most. “Ask
me nicely, my lovely little witch.”
“Oh!” I bite my lip and squirm in his lap,
still not wanting to beg.
“I can keep this up all night, you know,”
he says softly. “I can keep you right on the edge without ever quite pushing
you over. It can be quite excruciating…in a very pleasurable way, of course.”
I know he’s telling the truth—he can obviously
play my body like a violin. I’m going to have to give in and surrender the last
shreds of my dignity. I don’t want to but my clit is throbbing and I’m on fire
from the waist down. There’s no choice.
“Please,” I whisper and then force myself
to speak louder. “Please, Master, make me…make me come. Please, I need to
come.”
“Of course you do,” he says, his voice
husky with lust. “Of course you need to come, Emma. Just relax and let me touch
you. Relax and let me make you come.”
His fingers stop their circling and rub me
more directly, sliding delicately but firmly over my aching clit, touching me
in the exact way I need to be touched.
I’ve been on edge for so long, that’s all
it takes. My back arches and I cry out as a tidal wave of pleasure swamps me. Oh
Goddess, so good! I’ve never had an orgasm from anyone’s hand but my own. I
can’t believe how much more intense it is when it comes from someone else.
“That’s right,” Aiden growls softly.
“That’s right, sweetheart, just let yourself come. Come all over my hand.” As
he speaks, his fingers slip lower, finding the entrance to my pussy. I moan as
they slip inside me. I can feel my inner walls spasming around the invading
digits but Aiden was right, somehow they doseem to slide in more easily.
He thrusts into me gently at first and then
harder, making me gasp and fist my hands in the slippery satin duvet.
“You like that, Emma?” he growls, speeding
up. “You like it when I finger-fuck your sweet little cunt?”
“Yes,” I gasp, unable to deny it. “Yes
Master, yes .” I press back against his fingers, seeking more. Oh
Goddess, it’s a whole new level of pleasure. It’s deeper, more satisfying
somehow. I can only imagine how it would be if it were his cock instead of his
fingers inside
my fear. “Very gently, darling. Just spread yourself open and trust me. I won’t
hurt you.”
He seems to keep his word about these kinds
of things. If he promises pain, he delivers, if he promises pleasure, well, he
gives that too. So I bite my lip and make myself spread my thighs a little
wider, trying to welcome him in. “All right,” I whisper.
“Such a good girl,” Aiden says, his deep
voice slightly hoarse. “Such a good girl to spread open your pussy for me,
Emma.”
His words of approval send a jolt of pure
lust straight through me. Why that should be, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the
dirty words spoken in that deep, sensual voice. Or maybe it’s the gentle way
he’s touching me. He couldn’t be any more careful even if he knew my virginal
status. Speaking of which… ow . Now it’s starting to hurt just a little as
two thick fingers begin to slide into my liquid depths.
“Hmm.” I can hear the worry in Aiden’s tone
but I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. Not when he’s touching me so intimately.
“You’re very tight,” he says. “More so than any other female I’ve ever felt.”
He withdraws his fingers. “I’m going to try something,” he murmurs, spreading
my pussy lips again.
“Wh-what?” I manage to squeak out as he
begins that slow, circular massage around my clit that drives me crazy.
“I’m going to make you come and see if
you’ll loosen up for me. You do want to come, don’t you, Emma?”
At this point, there’s no way I can deny
it. “Yes,” I whisper in a very small voice.
“Yes, what?” he asks.
I know what he wants. “Yes Master,” I say.
“I-I want to come.”
“Ask me for it, then.” His fingers continue
to circle, almost but never quite touching me where I need him the most. “Ask
me nicely, my lovely little witch.”
“Oh!” I bite my lip and squirm in his lap,
still not wanting to beg.
“I can keep this up all night, you know,”
he says softly. “I can keep you right on the edge without ever quite pushing
you over. It can be quite excruciating…in a very pleasurable way, of course.”
I know he’s telling the truth—he can obviously
play my body like a violin. I’m going to have to give in and surrender the last
shreds of my dignity. I don’t want to but my clit is throbbing and I’m on fire
from the waist down. There’s no choice.
“Please,” I whisper and then force myself
to speak louder. “Please, Master, make me…make me come. Please, I need to
come.”
“Of course you do,” he says, his voice
husky with lust. “Of course you need to come, Emma. Just relax and let me touch
you. Relax and let me make you come.”
His fingers stop their circling and rub me
more directly, sliding delicately but firmly over my aching clit, touching me
in the exact way I need to be touched.
I’ve been on edge for so long, that’s all
it takes. My back arches and I cry out as a tidal wave of pleasure swamps me. Oh
Goddess, so good! I’ve never had an orgasm from anyone’s hand but my own. I
can’t believe how much more intense it is when it comes from someone else.
“That’s right,” Aiden growls softly.
“That’s right, sweetheart, just let yourself come. Come all over my hand.” As
he speaks, his fingers slip lower, finding the entrance to my pussy. I moan as
they slip inside me. I can feel my inner walls spasming around the invading
digits but Aiden was right, somehow they doseem to slide in more easily.
He thrusts into me gently at first and then
harder, making me gasp and fist my hands in the slippery satin duvet.
“You like that, Emma?” he growls, speeding
up. “You like it when I finger-fuck your sweet little cunt?”
“Yes,” I gasp, unable to deny it. “Yes
Master, yes .” I press back against his fingers, seeking more. Oh
Goddess, it’s a whole new level of pleasure. It’s deeper, more satisfying
somehow. I can only imagine how it would be if it were his cock instead of his
fingers inside
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