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Authors: Lauren Gallagher
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“No, I assure you, you can’t.”
With that, he kissed me. In the space of a heartbeat, the world was reduced to where his lips and mine made gentle, unmoving contact. It became the focal point of my entire universe, drawing every last fragment of my awareness to it.
Abruptly, he broke the kiss as he snatched my wrist and pinned it to the bed. My mind swirled with confusion and panic.
“Did I give you permission for that?” His low growl told me I’d misstepped, but how? My heart pounded. I hadn’t had a conscious thought or performed a conscious action since before he kissed me. What had I done?
“Answer me.” His hand tightened around my wrist. A piece fell into place: when he’d grabbed me, I’d been reaching for him. Touching him, if the vague tingling in my fingertips was to be believed. With neither realization on my part nor permission on his, I’d reached up to touch him while he kissed me.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You’re still learning.” His voice softened and allowed me to release held breath. “I won’t punish you this time.”
I exhaled hard, not caring in the least if he saw or heard how much relief I drew from this amnesty.
“After all,” he said, “I’m not making this easy for you, am I?”
“No, Sir,” I whispered.
Still holding my wrist, he kissed me again. At first, his lips didn’t move at all. They were simply against mine, gentle yes, I’m touching you contact like his hand across my throat earlier. Then, his lips parted and the tip of his tongue coaxed my lips apart. I wasn’t sure how passive I was required to be, if I was expected or forbidden to return his kiss. Testing the water, I let my tongue graze his. When he didn’t pull away, I tried to deepen the kiss even more, but this time he broke contact.
For a moment, we were still again. The warmth of his skin and breath were still close to my lips, but he remained out of my reach. He came back down to me and met my lips with the same unmoving here I am touch as before. Again, he parted his lips. Again, he parted mine with the tip of his tongue. Again I met his tongue with mine, but this time left it to him to decide how deep and how long this kiss would be. Evidently satisfied I knew my place, he kissed me more passionately, more aggressively. I returned it in kind, but followed his lead.
He released my wrist and ran his hand along the top of my leg, fingertips drifting between my thighs as he worked his way down to my knee. Once there, he hooked his fingers under my knee and drew it up and toward him. With my leg resting against him, his erection was undeniable and left no doubt at all that he was as aroused as I was.
He broke the kiss and shifted, probably resting on his side again.
“Touch yourself.” The terse order broke the silence and sent a shock of panic and uncertainty through me.
“What?” I hesitated, then quickly added, “Sir?”
“Show me what you do for yourself when you’re alone.”
My face burned. He was so matter-of-fact and straightforward about it, almost flippant in his assumption that not only did I masturbate like everyone else, but I would do so for him.
And he was right on both counts. The former because it was true, the latter because my obedient fingers were on my pussy before I’d even thought my embarrassment through. He was, after all, my Master.
I’d never touched myself in the presence of a man before, least of all at his command. Matt had certainly seen me do it more than a few times, but he was across the alley. He wasn’t right here beside me, and I never knew for sure if he was there, if he saw.
Scott was here. He saw. He knew.
The mattress shifted beside me, as did his presence. He must have been getting comfortable or adjusting his position somehow. I’d never been so acutely aware of someone. I couldn’t see him, I heard him only when he allowed me to, but he was undeniably there . My exposure and his scrutiny were almost unbearable, especially as I
With that, he kissed me. In the space of a heartbeat, the world was reduced to where his lips and mine made gentle, unmoving contact. It became the focal point of my entire universe, drawing every last fragment of my awareness to it.
Abruptly, he broke the kiss as he snatched my wrist and pinned it to the bed. My mind swirled with confusion and panic.
“Did I give you permission for that?” His low growl told me I’d misstepped, but how? My heart pounded. I hadn’t had a conscious thought or performed a conscious action since before he kissed me. What had I done?
“Answer me.” His hand tightened around my wrist. A piece fell into place: when he’d grabbed me, I’d been reaching for him. Touching him, if the vague tingling in my fingertips was to be believed. With neither realization on my part nor permission on his, I’d reached up to touch him while he kissed me.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You’re still learning.” His voice softened and allowed me to release held breath. “I won’t punish you this time.”
I exhaled hard, not caring in the least if he saw or heard how much relief I drew from this amnesty.
“After all,” he said, “I’m not making this easy for you, am I?”
“No, Sir,” I whispered.
Still holding my wrist, he kissed me again. At first, his lips didn’t move at all. They were simply against mine, gentle yes, I’m touching you contact like his hand across my throat earlier. Then, his lips parted and the tip of his tongue coaxed my lips apart. I wasn’t sure how passive I was required to be, if I was expected or forbidden to return his kiss. Testing the water, I let my tongue graze his. When he didn’t pull away, I tried to deepen the kiss even more, but this time he broke contact.
For a moment, we were still again. The warmth of his skin and breath were still close to my lips, but he remained out of my reach. He came back down to me and met my lips with the same unmoving here I am touch as before. Again, he parted his lips. Again, he parted mine with the tip of his tongue. Again I met his tongue with mine, but this time left it to him to decide how deep and how long this kiss would be. Evidently satisfied I knew my place, he kissed me more passionately, more aggressively. I returned it in kind, but followed his lead.
He released my wrist and ran his hand along the top of my leg, fingertips drifting between my thighs as he worked his way down to my knee. Once there, he hooked his fingers under my knee and drew it up and toward him. With my leg resting against him, his erection was undeniable and left no doubt at all that he was as aroused as I was.
He broke the kiss and shifted, probably resting on his side again.
“Touch yourself.” The terse order broke the silence and sent a shock of panic and uncertainty through me.
“What?” I hesitated, then quickly added, “Sir?”
“Show me what you do for yourself when you’re alone.”
My face burned. He was so matter-of-fact and straightforward about it, almost flippant in his assumption that not only did I masturbate like everyone else, but I would do so for him.
And he was right on both counts. The former because it was true, the latter because my obedient fingers were on my pussy before I’d even thought my embarrassment through. He was, after all, my Master.
I’d never touched myself in the presence of a man before, least of all at his command. Matt had certainly seen me do it more than a few times, but he was across the alley. He wasn’t right here beside me, and I never knew for sure if he was there, if he saw.
Scott was here. He saw. He knew.
The mattress shifted beside me, as did his presence. He must have been getting comfortable or adjusting his position somehow. I’d never been so acutely aware of someone. I couldn’t see him, I heard him only when he allowed me to, but he was undeniably there . My exposure and his scrutiny were almost unbearable, especially as I
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