they can see me fuck you right out here in the open?”
Her eyes, which had closed the moment he pulled up her dress, popped open and skittered over the room. Nick was right. In the midst of their own activities, all the players had turned their eyes to the couple in the corner, watching avidly.
“See how the men’s cocks swell and the women’s pleasure increases? Do you like that, Molly? Shall I show them your cunt?”
This is not me. Or is it? Is this what I’ve waited for all my life?
She nodded her head.
“Take your hands and pull your lips apart. Let everyone see how well my cock fits you.”
Automatically she obeyed him, fingers spreading her labia, feeling the slick juices on her intimate flesh.
“Now play with your clit but don’t make yourself come. Okay?”
She nodded and began to stroke that hard bundle of nerves.
Nick moved in and out of her slowly, holding her orgasm at bay until she thought she would go mad with the need for release. “Please,” she hummed. “Please let me come.”
“Who’s in control, Molly? Who’s in charge?”
“You are,” she cried.
“And your body belongs to me, right?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
“No reservations?”
She shook her head wildly. “No, no, no. None at all. Oh, please, Nick.”
“Then you may come now.”
44
Teaching Molly
As if her body had been constricted and then released, an orgasm raced through her with such force she would have fallen if Nick hadn’t had his arm around her, holding her. She could feel him pulse inside her, filling the condom with cum. His whole body tensed behind her, then relaxed as the last tremor raced through her. All she could do for the moment was simply lean back against him and try to breathe evenly.
But her eyes kept straying to the scene in front of her. She saw the woman on the Saint Andrews Cross convulsing with her own climax and the woman being flogged begging for her partner to fuck her. As intense as her orgasm had been, Molly was sure if they stayed there another moment she’d be ready to come again.
Fortunately she felt Nick’s hand move behind her as he zipped his pants, then smoothed her dress down over her hips. Holding her hand he reached down, picked up her thong and stuffed it into his pocket.
“I think we should go home now,” he told her.
She could only nod her head in agreement.
45
Desiree Holt
Chapter Four
Molly lay on Nick’s huge bed, hands cuffed together, then tethered to one of the slats in the headboard. Her ankles were tied to the low posts at each corner of the foot and pillows beneath her buttocks elevated her pussy.
When they’d arrived at Nick’s home, she’d been stunned to realize it was not even ten o’clock. So much had happened, had assaulted her senses and her brain, that she was sure it must be close to morning. But no, here they were in his bedroom and rather than being intimidated about what he had in mind, resentful of his obvious desire to dominate, she found herself so aroused her body almost quivered.
Nick sat naked cross-legged between her thighs, cradling a bowl of warm water against his stomach. He’d sprayed every inch of her mound with cooling shaving gel and now was using slow strokes to remove every bit of pubic hair.
At first she’d been nervous about it but then she thought, Now I’m nervous? That should have been the first night we met. Or the moment we entered Peregrine.
“Nervous” no longer described how she felt. She was, in fact, embarrassed to feel liquid seeping from her vagina, evidence of her instant arousal. Nick’s lean fingers gently pulled and tugged at the skin, holding it smooth for the even strokes of the razor.
“Your cunt is so gorgeous,” he told her. “I want you to keep it naked all the time.”
He looked up, dipping the razor into the bowl of water, then sliding his finger over her clit. “However, much as I enjoy shaving you, I want you to go to a spa where waxing is one of their
Her eyes, which had closed the moment he pulled up her dress, popped open and skittered over the room. Nick was right. In the midst of their own activities, all the players had turned their eyes to the couple in the corner, watching avidly.
“See how the men’s cocks swell and the women’s pleasure increases? Do you like that, Molly? Shall I show them your cunt?”
This is not me. Or is it? Is this what I’ve waited for all my life?
She nodded her head.
“Take your hands and pull your lips apart. Let everyone see how well my cock fits you.”
Automatically she obeyed him, fingers spreading her labia, feeling the slick juices on her intimate flesh.
“Now play with your clit but don’t make yourself come. Okay?”
She nodded and began to stroke that hard bundle of nerves.
Nick moved in and out of her slowly, holding her orgasm at bay until she thought she would go mad with the need for release. “Please,” she hummed. “Please let me come.”
“Who’s in control, Molly? Who’s in charge?”
“You are,” she cried.
“And your body belongs to me, right?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
“No reservations?”
She shook her head wildly. “No, no, no. None at all. Oh, please, Nick.”
“Then you may come now.”
44
Teaching Molly
As if her body had been constricted and then released, an orgasm raced through her with such force she would have fallen if Nick hadn’t had his arm around her, holding her. She could feel him pulse inside her, filling the condom with cum. His whole body tensed behind her, then relaxed as the last tremor raced through her. All she could do for the moment was simply lean back against him and try to breathe evenly.
But her eyes kept straying to the scene in front of her. She saw the woman on the Saint Andrews Cross convulsing with her own climax and the woman being flogged begging for her partner to fuck her. As intense as her orgasm had been, Molly was sure if they stayed there another moment she’d be ready to come again.
Fortunately she felt Nick’s hand move behind her as he zipped his pants, then smoothed her dress down over her hips. Holding her hand he reached down, picked up her thong and stuffed it into his pocket.
“I think we should go home now,” he told her.
She could only nod her head in agreement.
45
Desiree Holt
Chapter Four
Molly lay on Nick’s huge bed, hands cuffed together, then tethered to one of the slats in the headboard. Her ankles were tied to the low posts at each corner of the foot and pillows beneath her buttocks elevated her pussy.
When they’d arrived at Nick’s home, she’d been stunned to realize it was not even ten o’clock. So much had happened, had assaulted her senses and her brain, that she was sure it must be close to morning. But no, here they were in his bedroom and rather than being intimidated about what he had in mind, resentful of his obvious desire to dominate, she found herself so aroused her body almost quivered.
Nick sat naked cross-legged between her thighs, cradling a bowl of warm water against his stomach. He’d sprayed every inch of her mound with cooling shaving gel and now was using slow strokes to remove every bit of pubic hair.
At first she’d been nervous about it but then she thought, Now I’m nervous? That should have been the first night we met. Or the moment we entered Peregrine.
“Nervous” no longer described how she felt. She was, in fact, embarrassed to feel liquid seeping from her vagina, evidence of her instant arousal. Nick’s lean fingers gently pulled and tugged at the skin, holding it smooth for the even strokes of the razor.
“Your cunt is so gorgeous,” he told her. “I want you to keep it naked all the time.”
He looked up, dipping the razor into the bowl of water, then sliding his finger over her clit. “However, much as I enjoy shaving you, I want you to go to a spa where waxing is one of their
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