The Commitment(29)

I pulled my hand back and let it fall beside my head on the pillow. Drake removed his clothes and stood naked by the bed, his already stiff erection jutting out, the head shiny with fluid.

"Touch yourself," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Watch me the entire time. Imagine it's my tongue touching you."

I did what he commanded, slowly and softly touching my very hard clit. His eyes were riveted on my pussy, watching every move but he fought to drag his eyes back to meet mine, his nostrils flaring.

"Yes," he said, his voice low. "Exactly like that. Tell me what you'd be thinking if you were masturbating alone."

I was at a loss for words for a moment as I touched myself. I hadn't masturbated for weeks since I'd met him, not feeling the need for my arousal and desire was totally focused on Drake and my need satisfied.

"Tell me what you’d do if I wasn't here and I told you to masturbate and make yourself come."

I swallowed, and took in a deep breath. "I'd think of your body," I said. "How nice and thick you are. How good you feel inside of me. How good your mouth feels on me, your tongue like velvet."

"Yes?" he said, as if urging me on.

I looked down to see him grasping his erection in his own hand, slowly stroking over its length while he watched my fingers on my clit. He glanced back up at my face and I tore my eyes off his cock, a bit guilty at being caught not looking at his face.

"Keep your eyes on my face, Katherine," he said.

"Sorry, Master," I said, trying to sound contrite.

Of course I wasn't really. I loved that he was so torn between my fingers stroking my clit and my face. I loved watching him touch himself while he watched me, needing to touch his own aching flesh. We were both so aroused watching each other. I wanted to keep my eyes on his hand moving so firmly over his shaft to the head, and when he glanced away, I stole another look. He stroked his length then palmed the head of his cock, squeezing the head to remove some more of his fluid to act as lubricant.

He glanced back at my face again and I quickly moved my gaze to meet his, biting my lip to suppress a guilty smile.

"Katherine," he said, his voice exasperated. "I want you focused on my face, my eyes. I want you to know I'm watching you. I'm seeing inside of you."

I tried very hard to keep my eyes on his face, and I could tell from watching him that he was getting more and more aroused, his face flushed, his nostrils flaring as he breathed faster.

"Slip two fingers inside of your pussy while you stroke your clit," he said.

I complied, wetting first one then two fingers, slipping them slowly inside a couple of inches so that I felt the extremely sensitive ridge of flesh.

"Good girl," he said. He caught my eye and nodded appreciatively. "Move your hips while you fuck yourself with your fingers. The way you do when I do it."

I did as he commanded, thrusting my hips a bit as I stroked inside of my body, my other fingers on my clit. I couldn’t help but glance down once more to see his fist pumping around his cock more rapidly, while he cupped his balls with the other. Watching him stroke himself while he watched me aroused me, making my breath catch, desire flooding through me. He was so aroused watching me touch myself, I knew he could come quite quickly. I glanced back at his face to find his eyes on mine and that did something to me, pushing my arousal up even more.

"Tell me when you're going to come, Katherine," he said. "You know the rules."

I was barely able to speak. "I'm so close…"

"Fuck yourself with your fingers," he said, his voice shaky. "Think of my cock inside of you, filling you up. Think of my tongue on you, stroking your clit. Think of me sucking your nipples."

I did, and my eyes closed without thinking as I imagined him doing each of those things to me, my pleasure increasing, my orgasm imminent.

"Open your eyes, Katherine," he said, his voice urgent, filled with need. "Look in mine."

I did, and he came closer, kneeling on the bed, bending over me to watch my fingers on my clit, the others moving more rapidly inside of me, stroking my sensitive spot.

"I think I…" I gasped as the pleasure grew too intense and I knew I would come right away.

"Come for me, baby," he said, almost imploring. The thought of him watching me make myself come pushed me over, and I gasped as my orgasm began, the pleasure so intense I could barely keep my eyes open.

"Open your eyes," he said, his voice a growl of pleasure. "Look in mine."

I did, forcing them open despite the near-blinding sensations, my body tensing as pleasure coursed through me. "Oh, God." I gasped, my body clenching around my fingers. "Ohhh."