Oh God.
"Whaaa ... what do you plan on doing with my body Masterson?"
He smiles wickedly.
"I'm going to have you lift up this pretty skirt all the way to your waist, and you're lucky I don't tear this fucking thing to shreds, because I know you wore it specifically for the swimmer. Nevertheless, you're going to lift that skirt up high for me. Then ask me what comes next Duchess."
Both of his hands are under my skirt now. Kneading my thighs and the crease of where my thighs meet my hips. Thumbs rubbing all around the outside of my labia. It feels a little bit like torture and a lot like heaven. When I open my mouth to respond, nothing but soft moans escape.
"Ask me Duchess." He says again as my massage becomes firmer and deeper just like the bass in his voice.
"What are you going to do next?" I manage to get out.
"I'm going to spread your legs wide while you stretch your arms across the back of the sofa and you're going to keep them there. Now ask me what's next Masterson."
"What's next?" I gasp as my head falls back as he starts to softly kiss the inside of my knees. I know it's just a matter of time before he starts working his way up. Roman seems to really enjoy being between my legs, but not more than I like him being there. I'm aching for him. I need to come.
He stops all movement again, and I would yell out of utter aggravation if I didn't think it would inspire him to do something far worse. I think he's taking great pleasure in this game of denying me.
"You forgot the last part of that question Duchess."
Wait what?! Oh...
"Masterson." I smile. Of course. He loves it when I call him by his last name.
"You're fucking up Duchess. Start over from the beginning."
This time he grabs both of my nipples through my shirt and begins to roll them tightly between his thumbs and pointer fingers. A most delicious distraction that takes the orgasm that was already slowly building and rolling it straight front and center. I'm about to come hard.
That's when his hands and body back completely away from me.
I want to cry and then kick him straight in the gut for stopping.
"I have one rule Duchess. Your orgasms belong to me. You'll come when I tell you to come."
I take a second to get control of my breathing as the immediate need to come subsides.
"Lets try this shit again. What do I want to hear?"
"What are you going to do next with my body Masterson?" I ask in the most business-like tone I can muster.
"That's what I wanted to hear. You're learning. Next I'm going to get a good hold of that beautiful ass of yours, lift you high while you hold on tight, and eat what's mine."
At this point I'm trying my damnedest to hold off the orgasm that is roaring back like a lioness. No, like a damn dragon. I don't know what his kinky ass might do if I come before he says so. Still kneeling on the floor, he moves close to me again and settles in between my legs.
"Lift your pretty yellow skirt up to your waist baby."
I can't believe that I'm following his orders, that I'm really doing this, but I can't imagine doing anything else at this moment. I want this. I want him.
"Now spread your knees wide and don't close them again, or I'm going to have to spank that pretty ass."
It's taking everything for me not to allow my head to fall back on the couch. The sensations that are bombarding me are overwhelming. Looking at a man dead in his eyes while you're spread completely open is not an easy task or for the faint of heart. I'm exposed in a way that makes me both excited and uncomfortable. Both are emotions that seem to please Roman.
"Give me my pussy now."
I grip the sofa a little harder. Every dirty word and command he gives me is pushing me farther and farther to the edge of an orgasmic abyss. He uses both of his rough hands to scoop me underneath my ass, lifting me higher for easy access, and then he wastes no time getting to work. Licking me continually from front to back.
"Beautiful," he says reverently against my pussy.
He stops after a few strokes to rest (I think) and uses his thumb to rub my clit back and forth several times. When my hips start to move in tandem with his handling of me, I can feel a smile spread across his lips.
"That's it baby. Fuck me back."
I can feel the orgasm winding inside me tightly like a coil. I know that it's going to be a powerful one, because Roman obviously likes to tease and draw the orgasms out. He starts then stops tongue fucking me over and over, and it feels like a roller coaster ride, with hills and valleys but all completely exhilarating. A thrill ride.
But I can't hold on any longer.
Tears start to pool as I try to delay the inevitable.
"Please–" I beg.
I clench my fists into the back of the sofa as I'm about to release, and right before I scream bloody murder, Roman stops and smacks my pussy swift and hard with the flat palm of his hand.