He gets up from the couch, and my eyes immediately dart to his crotch. I try and suppress another moan, but it’s simply impossible; the sight of his tented pants is almost enough to make me lose my mind. God, I just want him to tell me to go down on my knees and take his thick veiny cock inside my mouth.
With slow deliberate steps, he walks toward me, and stops a few feet away. If I just reached for him I could grab his cock... But I don’t. As hard as it is, I’m doing my best to submit. And it’s hard. Very, very hard. Almost like as if you haven’t eaten anything for three days, and then someone sits you down at a buffet, telling you that you can only eat when they tell you to. Sure, you might be thankful, but you just want to devour everything in front of you. I have to be honest here, though: as painful as it is to be this close to him while restrained by his commands, I have to admit it makes me as hornier as I have ever been. I can’t explain it. Maybe I might just have never met a real man, one that could truly dominate me, but I never felt like this before. Only with Arsen… and King Henry.#p#分页标题#e#
God, why can’t I stop thinking of a man I have never met? And, of all times, when I’m here, half naked in front of Arsen? Still, it doesn’t seem wrong. In fact, it seems pretty adequate, since he’s treating me in the exact same way Henry uses to drive me utter and completely crazy.
Arsen extends his arm, reaching for me with his outstretched fingers. He stops before he touches me, his index finger just an inch away from the valley between my breasts. The corner of his lips turns upward mischievously, and then he slowly lowers his fingertip over my skin. I shiver almost instantaneously, my eyelids drooping as he touches me. I can even feel my heart pumping warm blood to my pussy, and all this just because he has laid one finger on me. Is this really happening? If he’s making me shiver with just one fingertip, I don’t even want to imagine what he’s going to do to me with the rest of his body.
His fingers slide down from between my breasts to my navel, and then back up again. This time he traces the contour of my left breast, going up its curve and circling my nipple. I tremble slightly, swallowing hard as I use all of my willpower to keep still. I just want to jump on top of him and be fucked as hard as humanly possible, but I don’t want to ruin this - I mean, the anticipation is completely murdering every hint of rationality in me, but I can’t say I’m not enjoying this… and in a most wickedly indecent way. Maybe I just like being tortured like this.
Pinching my nipple gently, he keeps the pressure there for a few seconds, and then lets go of it, his finger once again going down and over my stomach. I almost start praying for him to go lower, to caress my labia on the way down, but his movements don’t take him near my pussy: he simply moves his finger up and down from my navel to my breasts, caressing my nipples every time he gets near them and making me breath so hard I don’t even know how in the hell I still haven’t passed out. My skin is prickling, my muscles burning with so much desire I might just spontaneously combust any time now.
“You want more, don’t you?” Arsen asks, still grinning as if he owns me, and damn, right now he does own me. “You want my cock in that tight little mouth, don’t you?” I nod, moving my head up and down with anxious movements. I must look desperate right now. But it’s true, I really, really want his cock… No, I need it. “Take off your skirt,” he says with that commanding tone of his, his fingers still caressing one hard nipple. I hook my fingers on my skirt and, swaying my ass from side to side, push it down and let it fall on the floor at my feet. His eyes go from my breasts to my thong, and I can almost feel him peeling it off of me just with the power of his mind. Unconsciously, he licks his lips, almost as if he wants to devour me like he did yesterday.
“I can’t wait to bend you over and feel my cock deep inside of you... But first,” he leans toward me, his lips against my ear as he speaks, “you’ll have to come.” As the words roll out over his lips, he slides his finger all the way down to my thong, pressing one fingertip over my clitoris in such a way that I simply see red. My muscles spasm and jerk, and I feel my knees buckling under my weight. Holy hell, is this really happening? One touch of his on my clitoris and I’m already coming, waves of pleasure crashing against me in a devastating way. How is this even possible?
“Good girl,” he whispers. “But it’s not enough. I need more.” With that, he grabs my thong and pushes it against the side of my outer thigh, ripping it off of me in one sudden and violent movement. I let out one loud moan as I feel the fabric tearing and then sliding over my skin, the cool air caressing my drenched pussy. He throws my thong to the floor and, pulling me in with one arm around my waist, he presses two fingers against my clit and starts to rub viciously, my muscles tensing up and charging with electricity. I almost fall into his embrace, my knees still week from the orgasm; I’m like a ragdoll, supported only by his strong arms.#p#分页标题#e#