I know you can’t see me. Hell, you probably can’t even hear me right now. But you sense me. Standing just on the edge of that shadow you keep looking towards.
It’s ok. I’m not going to get any closer. That isn’t what we’re going to do today. No. Lie back for me. That’s a good girl. Now just close your eyes and listen.
You feel me looking, I know. You can sense my eyes wandering over your body. Watching your breasts; licking my lips as they rise and fall with your breathing. Watching the way your body reacts and your breaths become short and shallow.
Stop.
Take a deep breath. Focus on how your fingers feel as they tease gently against your nipples. Feel how hard they get under your touch. I know you imagine those fingers are mine. You imagine them brushing you softly, teasing you before they tug whimpers from your lips.
That isn’t all you want though, is it? No, You want the scratch of my beard as I kiss your neck. The warmth of my breath as my teeth find your collar bone. I know you can feel it. I know it’s pulling needy whimpers from the pit of your stomach.
I know how you think. I’ve been in your thoughts; studying them. You’re tired of nice. Men that dont know how to please you; that don’t know how to take what they want. Those are boys. Not men. They can’t give you what you need. They can’t see what you have.
You want that hard grip as you meet the wall. To see my eyes searching for any sign of weakness as you feel the flex of my fingers tease your throat; threatening you with a power that you willingly give to me. That hard grab as my fingers sink into the flesh of your tits and pull a hiss from your lips. That sweet mix of pain and pleasure that you crave.
I know; I see it. That look in your eyes as I slap you and sink my fingers into your jaw. Your eyes are on fire. Others would be burned by those flames; turned to ash in your gaze. But I know that look is full of lust. I don’t just see it. I smell it.
You’re shaking now. Trembling as my fingers run over your skin. It’s not fear. It never was. This…is something else. Excitement. Lust. Need.
Our eyes are locked on one another. Challenging each other to see who breaks first. My hand hovering over your cunt as your inhaled breaths become sharp. I can feel the anticipation in the warmth radiating from your wetness.
The electricity between us builds like a storm. I feel your skin tighten as my fingertips press against it. You want to fall to your knees. You want to give me everything. But you know I need the fight. I need to break you; to feel like taking my prize is something I’ve earned.
My lips contort into a grin and my fingers curl, scratching gently and looking for your reaction.
I get nothing from you, but I know that inside you’re screaming. Your mind is smouldering, brimming with desperation and need. We’ve done this dance before, and you know the steps. I search your eyes, fingers moving against you. They find their prey quickly, spreading your soft lips and allowing my middle finger to meet your clit. I circle it gently and despite yourself you whimper. I growl and nod approvingly, small circles continuing to rotate against flesh.
Your knees tremble and I know I have you now. I press a little firmer and you stumble, hands finding my broad shoulders as you whine and look up at me. My arm wraps around you, holding you close as my fingers continue to pull your neediness into the open. Before long, you’re shuddering, hips bucking into my palm as I pull the first of my victories from your body.
Your breath slows, your fingers grasping my shoulders. My hand pulls away and I wrap you in my arms, holding you as I allow you to recover. My low rumble fills the silence as I comfort you, my hand on the back of your head, fingers entwined in your hair.
“Good girl.”
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