“You haven’t done anything wrong, angel. You are perfect.” He takes hold of my hands and kisses my fingertips.
Perfect? Me? Never in my life have I felt like anything close to that, but with him... for him, and in this moment, I believe I am. “Then please touch me again, sir. Please?” I sound desperate and needy, but I don’t care. The only thing that matters is his touch. I want him to sate the constant ache between my thighs, the place where wetness is already seeping into my panties.
“Imogen, you could tempt even a saint into hell with those pretty lips, not to mention...” He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, tips his head to the ceiling and groans.
“Not to mention what, sir?” I purr the last word, feeling strangely empowered.
He slides his hand between my thighs, hitching up my dress and quickly finding my panties. “This sweet virgin pussy,” he growls. “I have spent every moment of the past eight days thinking about how good it would feel to sink my cock inside you, angel. But I won’t be gentle. So don’t ask for this again unless you’re sure you want it.”
My entire body shivers with anticipation. Last week in the library was incredible. I experienced life-altering pleasure, and we didn’t even have sex. It’s unfathomable to me that anything can feel better than what he did to me that night, but instinctively I know that there is so much more. And even though there are slivers of anxiety splintering through my excitement, they’re overwhelmed by the desire to have more. More of that same feeling. More of him. “I want it.”
He lifts me as though I’m weightless, wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me to the antique leather sofa. He sits so I’m straddling him, and then he pulls aside my panties, sweeping two fingers through my already-slick center. “So wet already, angel. Have you made yourself come again while I’ve been away?”
My cheeks flush with heat. “Yes, sir.”
He groans, pulling me closer while his fingers go on teasing me. That now-familiar pleasure is already building deep in my core. “How, Imogen? What did you do?”
“I tried to copy what you did, sir. I touched myself where you’re touching me now.”
A growl rumbles in his throat. “Did you play with this needy little clit?” He pinches it gently, and I cry out as wet heat slicks between my thighs.
“Y-yes!”
“And did you do this too?” He pushes a finger inside me and my vision blurs.
“No.”
He arches an eyebrow. “You didn’t?”
“No, sir.”
“That surprises me when you were so needy for me to be inside you. Why didn’t you try it for yourself, angel?” He twists his finger, rubbing at a sweet sensitive spot deep inside that almost has me mewling like a kitten.
“I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to.”
He hums, running his teeth over the skin of my throat. “You thought I might be able to tell if you’d touched yourself like that? And that I’d be angry if I discovered you’d slipped your fingers intomycunt?”
Even the crude way he talks about me and my body makes me wet and needy. I have no idea who I’m becoming. I nod, biting down on my lip because he’s still toying with me, still driving his finger in and out of me while we talk, and I’m close to that feeling of blissful oblivion already.
“This ismine, Imogen.” He pushes deeper, like he’s claiming the territory. “But it’s your body. You can touch yourself however and whenever you want to, and I will never be angry. Okay?”
I nod again.
“Good girl.” He rubs the pad of his thumb over my clit and fireworks explode in my core. It’s sudden and euphoric, and I cling to the back of his neck while I ride the waves of ecstasy. I’m still trembling when he presses his mouth against my ear. “I’ll teach you how to make yourself come like this. How to find your G-spot...” He does something with his fingers that has another orgasm washing over me. It’s so much more intense than the one I gave myself. I cry out his name, bucking my hips against his hand while my cum drips out of me. “That’s my girl,” he soothes. “But we’re not done yet.”
He cups the back of my head possessively, pressing my face into the crook of his neck. And then he adds a second finger and the burning stretch makes me gasp, even as another wave of wet heat slicks between my thighs.
“Relax, angel,” he murmurs into my ear. “I need to make you nice and relaxed and wet before I sink my cock into you. Because I already told you I’m not going to be gentle. And you want my cock to fill you up, don’t you?”
I whimper, shameless with need. The sensations surging through my body are like nothing I’ve ever felt before in my life. I had no idea the human body was capable of feeling this much pleasure... this much anything.
“Words, Imogen.” His tone is deep and commanding. The timbre of his voice seeps into my bones, warming me from the inside.
I cling to his neck, my fingernails scraping over his skin and my body molded to his. “Y-yes.”
“That’s my girl.” He works his fingers skillfully, causing a deep aching pleasure to throb in my core. Resting his lips againstmy ear, he allows his warm breath to dance over my skin. “I’m going to sink my cock so deep inside you that you’ll still feel me there every time you move for the rest of the week. Your tight little cunt will be forever molded to me, Imogen. You belong to me. Always.”
His words are enough to send me over the edge once more, and this time it’s even more intense, more mind-blowing. While my body continues spasming, he holds his fingers still, gently sweeping the pad of his thumb over my sensitive clit.
