“What about the interaction upset you most?” she questioned.
“Other than not getting my way?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered, a whisper against my ear. I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran down my spine.
“The way you spoke to me, and dragged me from the room, in front of everyone, I was embarrassed,” I admitted.
Selene was silent for a moment. I couldn’t stand the tension.
“What do you want to do?” I asked slowly, trying to control my breaths, hoping that my scent wasn’t giving away the current state of my wet underwear.
She took a loud inhale. “This isn’t meant to be enjoyable,” she stated.
I cringed. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” I tried weakly.
She pressed herself more firmly against my back, pushing me against the wall. I turned my head, my cheek against the wall.
“So often you cannot help yourself. I will teach you control,” she told me, her hot breath against the shell of my ear, and I watched her hand leave the wall. She tugged me by the hips towards her, my backside pressed into her, and she pushed her hand down my trousers and into my panties.
There was no warm-up necessary. I could hear the quiet wetness of my pussy as she gathered it to rub against my clit. I was so wet I had become uncomfortable. It was a relief to be touched.
“Kiss me,” I demanded and tried to turn my head to reach her lips.
“No,” she snapped. “Face the wall,” she commanded, and I turned my head, pressing my forehead against the cold wall as my body became more and more heated. I was sweating, my hips grinding against Selene. My climax building.
“Kiss me, please,” I begged. I wanted to taste her, wanted to cum with her tongue inside my mouth.
“You’re close,” she said instead of kissing me. And I was, so very close, but I wanted her lips.
“Selene, please,” I tried again and twisted my head away from the wall.
Her hand, that had been placed against the wall, wrapped around my neck, a dangerous fist of a necklace.
“No,” she huffed into my hair as her efforts against my clit doubled.
I moaned, low and guttural, and as the first wave of bliss threatened to crash upon me, she stopped.
“W-w-what?” I asked, and tried to grind against her, but the momentum was lost, the climax no longer at the edge of fruition.
“We’ve got all night, pet, and I promised to teach you control.” She laughed as she removed her hand from my panties.
“You taste so sweet, darling,” she commented, and I knew she was tasting me on her fingers.
She stepped away from me. I felt the loss of her warmth and the press of her body like a physical loss.
“Strip,” she commanded.
Aroused and with shaky hands, I undid the buttons of my cardigan and removed it, allowing it to fall to the floor at my feet.
The white shirt was next. I hadn’t been wearing a bra.
Trousers, then soaked-through panties, lastly socks.
“Good girl. Turn around, keep your head lowered, no eye contact.”
I did as she instructed, naked and vulnerable, I watched my toes.
“Lay on the bed, face down,” she continued, and I walked to the bed, climbing onto it and making myself comfortable on my front, folding my arms in front of me to rest my head.
