“I know you’re wet, sweetheart. Touch yourself for Daddy.”
My eyes fly open, and I see the regret etched on his face as he clears his throat.
“Touch yourself for me.”
I part my legs slightly and place my hand between my thighs. It feels weird to do this in front of someone, but he starts taking pictures of me, and I can’t help but notice the bulge in his pants.
“Untie your panties.”
I grab the ribbon, pull on one side, then the other, as he snaps a picture.
He sets the camera on the bed and goes to the black bag, pulling out what looks like a small tripod. Then I watch as he pulls the legs down, and sees the camera up on it.
“Don’t stop. Ignore the camera.”
He removes his jacket and sets it on the bench. I rub my clit as he undoes the buttons on his white dress shirt. When he takes it off, and places it on top of his jacket, a moan slips from my throat. I’ve never seen a man look like this, other than in magazines and movies. His arms and chest are muscular and defined.
“Slip a finger inside yourself.”
I do as he says, even though I’ve never done it before. After he sets his pants with his other clothing, he gets on the bed beside me and pulls my hand from my pussy to his mouth.
He licks my finger, with a low growl rumbling in his chest.
Climbing between my legs, he pushes my legs back.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Even your pussy is beautiful. Are you going to be a good girl and come on my tongue?”
He runs his nose up my center as I answer him.
“I’ll try, Sir.”
Placing a soft kiss on my clit causes me to whimper, and he reaches down and grips his length. He presses his tongue inside me and swirls it around. Instinctively, I buck my hips up, and he lifts his head.
“Hold still. Don’t fight it.”
L pins my thighs back and leans his head back down. He places his lips on my clit, sucking slowly then fast, and alternatesbetween the two continually. My entire body shudders as an orgasm takes control of me.
I cry out, as I fight to keep my eyes open. Running my fingers through his hair, I beg for more.
“Please. I need you inside me.”
He glances up at me and chuckles softly.
“After one orgasm? I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
It’s not a want. It’s a need. My body feels like it’s wound tight, even after coming, and I need him like I’ve never needed anyone.
“Please, Sir.”
He gets up and sighs audibly.
“Such a needy girl.”
L fastens both of my arms to the bed using the restraints.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Who’s in charge of this beautiful body tonight?”
“You are,” I answer quickly.
