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can feel his breath on me as I return his intense gaze. He is not saying a word, but just looking at me.
Okay, two can play at that game.
If he thinks he can make me fall to pieces just by looking at me like this, I'll just have to prove him wrong. This is easy.
I will just ignore his enticing smell.
And that magnetic tension.
I notice my body leaning in closer to him - and instantly withdraw myself by clumsily taking a step back.
"Too late," he whispers. "You may have noticed yourself moving closer to me. But you missed something else that is far more telling."
"What?" I blurt at him.
"Your breathing," he answers. "There are a lot of things in our body that we can control. I am mostly interested in the parts that we have trouble controlling. Your breathing is one of them."
"What else is there?" I ask in a low voice.
He smirks. "I'd have to touch you to show you."
I gulp. I cannot think of anything that I would want more right now than for him to touch me. Wherever he wants to.
"Show me," I breathe.
He leans in closer. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, goddammit," I hiss.
He shakes his head. "I am going to remember that one later. You better stop replying with such annoyance."
I swallow dryly and nod in silence.
Before I know it, we are kissing again. I can still taste a hint of wasabi on his tongue. It adds an exotic sting to our kiss.
I know he notices even the slightest changes in my demeanor, and I don't want to make it too easy for him. He is trying to prove something - and kissing me like this is not playing fair. Any woman would melt under a kiss like this.
"So," I breathe when he stops and slowly withdraws himself. "What is your point?"
"My point is this," he hisses, as he simultaneously reaches beneath my skirt and yanks my pantyhose down with such force that they rip.
I want to protest, but he silences me with one hand on my mouth while the other travels up between my legs again, to pull down my panties with one brute motion.
I yelp, suffocated by his hand, while he doesn't hesitate for even a second to reach back up at my naked center. He skillfully parts my folds and lets one finger slip between them.
A smug grin appears on his face when he finds what he was expecting.
" This is my point," he triumphantly repeats.
He withdraws his hand and holds it up in front of my face, so I can see the glistening wetness on his fingers, before he moves them to his mouth, licking each of them with relish.
I blush and almost die of embarrassment. He removes the other hand from my mouth and looks at me, stern and expectant as if he was waiting for an apology.
I am still standing exposed, with my pantyhose ripped, my panties pulled down, and my skirt lifted.
He grabs my arm when I make a move to fix my clothes.
"Oh no," he warns me. "You'll stay like this as long as I tell you to."
I freeze and look up at him, furious with anger and humiliation.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
And why am I so aroused already? Just from the kiss? That can't be it. If anything, his recent move has only worsened things in that regard. I feel like I am literally dripping with arousal.
"Now," he whispers. "How do you explain this?"
I gulp, unsure what to reply. "I don't know."
"Are you still telling me that you don't feel it?" he presses. "That there is nothing between us? Nothing that attracts you about what just happened?"
I remain silent and bite my lip instead of granting him a reply.
"This is what I am talking about," he continues. "The parts of our body that we cannot control. Your body is more honest than your mind. I bet if I reach down there again right now, you would drool on my hand even more than before. Don't you think?"
"Yes," I bring forth, closing my eyes in shame.
He shakes his head. "That is not what I want to hear."
"What do you want to hear?" I ask.
"From now I want you to call me Sir," he says. "And when I ask you something, what I want to hear is 'Yes, Sir.’ Understand?"
I stare up at him. As if I
Okay, two can play at that game.
If he thinks he can make me fall to pieces just by looking at me like this, I'll just have to prove him wrong. This is easy.
I will just ignore his enticing smell.
And that magnetic tension.
I notice my body leaning in closer to him - and instantly withdraw myself by clumsily taking a step back.
"Too late," he whispers. "You may have noticed yourself moving closer to me. But you missed something else that is far more telling."
"What?" I blurt at him.
"Your breathing," he answers. "There are a lot of things in our body that we can control. I am mostly interested in the parts that we have trouble controlling. Your breathing is one of them."
"What else is there?" I ask in a low voice.
He smirks. "I'd have to touch you to show you."
I gulp. I cannot think of anything that I would want more right now than for him to touch me. Wherever he wants to.
"Show me," I breathe.
He leans in closer. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, goddammit," I hiss.
He shakes his head. "I am going to remember that one later. You better stop replying with such annoyance."
I swallow dryly and nod in silence.
Before I know it, we are kissing again. I can still taste a hint of wasabi on his tongue. It adds an exotic sting to our kiss.
I know he notices even the slightest changes in my demeanor, and I don't want to make it too easy for him. He is trying to prove something - and kissing me like this is not playing fair. Any woman would melt under a kiss like this.
"So," I breathe when he stops and slowly withdraws himself. "What is your point?"
"My point is this," he hisses, as he simultaneously reaches beneath my skirt and yanks my pantyhose down with such force that they rip.
I want to protest, but he silences me with one hand on my mouth while the other travels up between my legs again, to pull down my panties with one brute motion.
I yelp, suffocated by his hand, while he doesn't hesitate for even a second to reach back up at my naked center. He skillfully parts my folds and lets one finger slip between them.
A smug grin appears on his face when he finds what he was expecting.
" This is my point," he triumphantly repeats.
He withdraws his hand and holds it up in front of my face, so I can see the glistening wetness on his fingers, before he moves them to his mouth, licking each of them with relish.
I blush and almost die of embarrassment. He removes the other hand from my mouth and looks at me, stern and expectant as if he was waiting for an apology.
I am still standing exposed, with my pantyhose ripped, my panties pulled down, and my skirt lifted.
He grabs my arm when I make a move to fix my clothes.
"Oh no," he warns me. "You'll stay like this as long as I tell you to."
I freeze and look up at him, furious with anger and humiliation.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
And why am I so aroused already? Just from the kiss? That can't be it. If anything, his recent move has only worsened things in that regard. I feel like I am literally dripping with arousal.
"Now," he whispers. "How do you explain this?"
I gulp, unsure what to reply. "I don't know."
"Are you still telling me that you don't feel it?" he presses. "That there is nothing between us? Nothing that attracts you about what just happened?"
I remain silent and bite my lip instead of granting him a reply.
"This is what I am talking about," he continues. "The parts of our body that we cannot control. Your body is more honest than your mind. I bet if I reach down there again right now, you would drool on my hand even more than before. Don't you think?"
"Yes," I bring forth, closing my eyes in shame.
He shakes his head. "That is not what I want to hear."
"What do you want to hear?" I ask.
"From now I want you to call me Sir," he says. "And when I ask you something, what I want to hear is 'Yes, Sir.’ Understand?"
I stare up at him. As if I
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