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turns and eyes me. I see something briefly flash across his eyes before he walks back over to me. When he reaches me, he grabs my chin, roughly.
“Greed, that’s your first sin. Get dressed and meet me downstairs in an hour," he lets my chin go and starts towards the door. “And don’t touch yourself." He shouts before disappearing.
I scream into my pillow.
Screw him. Not literally...but I need to get off!
I climb out of bed mumbling a few fine cursed words. I rummage through my clothes looking for something to wear. Hunter never gave any instructions on what to wear, but here’s to hoping I will have nothing on by the end. I choose a strapless blue dress that’s knee length. God only knows who is actually downstairs today and as much as I would like to tempt Hunter, I don’t want to acquire a whole fan club of pervy old men.
Walking into the shower, I make sure I have a towel as Martian the towel boy, isn’t around to get me one today. Remembering his cute little face, I smile. Turing on the tap, I make sure it’s hot and steamy to help melt this tension that’s building. When I get in, the heat stings to start, but soon becomes nothing but warm heat.
I stand in the hot shower and let the water cascade down my body. When I am fully soaked I begin to wash my body with my cherry smelling soap. The bubbles feel refreshing popping against my over sensitive skin. The ache between my legs returned when I start to rub gently. I put the sponge up on the rack and return my fingers to the right spot.
Screw him, and his “don’t touch yourself.” I knew Hunter had no way of telling if I'd gotten off when he wasn't around, and there is no cameras here, well, I didn't think there was. I briefly check the roof and see nothing unusual. I don’t think I will be in next weekend’s episode of, caught on camera, and if I was, the nation will get a surprise.
My fingers slide between my folds and I started to rub the sensitive bud. A small moan escapes my lips and I bite it gently. My fingers work their way down a little more and I insert two fingers into my wet core. It wasn't going to take me long after the tease I got this morning, and I was grateful for that.
In my mind I pictured a party full of naked men and women. Touching each other, kissing passionately, licking intimate body parts, teeth biting into flesh, and Hunter doing all those things to me. It was so wrong, but why not use the image while it’s fresh right?
As I worked up a rhythm I started to moan unable to stop those sweet sounds. My orgasm was close already; all I needed was just a little bit more...
"What the fuck are you doing?"
I scream and turn quickly, abandoning my almost beginning orgasm.
Hunter stands with the door open looking at me with anger and what I think is envy in his eyes. No one told him he wasn’t allowed to touch himself!
"What the fuck ...!” I shout, trying to close the glass door.
Hunter blocks the door with his foot so I can’t close it. He doesn't say anything for long minutes; he just stares. Unable to take it anymore, I take measures into my own hands.
“You going to stand there or fucking join me?”
The devil himself smiles.
This pisses me off even more.
“Well,” I say, continuing to wash myself.
“I know what you are trying to do, and it’s not going to work.” Hunter steps forward into the stream of water, effectively shocking me.
His body forces mine against the cool tiles; I flinch at the first contact. I watch, as Hunter’s clothes get drenched from the flowing water, his shirt sticks to his hard body, which outlines those perfect muscles. He places his arms either side of my head, his scent never weakened. He smells, amazing. Leaning in close to me, he runs his nose along my throat making me squirm against the act.
“You’re not the Mistress anymore, Kat.” His breath tickles my skin. “You’re my submissive, mine. Mine to do as I please, when I please, and how I please. Best you remember
“Greed, that’s your first sin. Get dressed and meet me downstairs in an hour," he lets my chin go and starts towards the door. “And don’t touch yourself." He shouts before disappearing.
I scream into my pillow.
Screw him. Not literally...but I need to get off!
I climb out of bed mumbling a few fine cursed words. I rummage through my clothes looking for something to wear. Hunter never gave any instructions on what to wear, but here’s to hoping I will have nothing on by the end. I choose a strapless blue dress that’s knee length. God only knows who is actually downstairs today and as much as I would like to tempt Hunter, I don’t want to acquire a whole fan club of pervy old men.
Walking into the shower, I make sure I have a towel as Martian the towel boy, isn’t around to get me one today. Remembering his cute little face, I smile. Turing on the tap, I make sure it’s hot and steamy to help melt this tension that’s building. When I get in, the heat stings to start, but soon becomes nothing but warm heat.
I stand in the hot shower and let the water cascade down my body. When I am fully soaked I begin to wash my body with my cherry smelling soap. The bubbles feel refreshing popping against my over sensitive skin. The ache between my legs returned when I start to rub gently. I put the sponge up on the rack and return my fingers to the right spot.
Screw him, and his “don’t touch yourself.” I knew Hunter had no way of telling if I'd gotten off when he wasn't around, and there is no cameras here, well, I didn't think there was. I briefly check the roof and see nothing unusual. I don’t think I will be in next weekend’s episode of, caught on camera, and if I was, the nation will get a surprise.
My fingers slide between my folds and I started to rub the sensitive bud. A small moan escapes my lips and I bite it gently. My fingers work their way down a little more and I insert two fingers into my wet core. It wasn't going to take me long after the tease I got this morning, and I was grateful for that.
In my mind I pictured a party full of naked men and women. Touching each other, kissing passionately, licking intimate body parts, teeth biting into flesh, and Hunter doing all those things to me. It was so wrong, but why not use the image while it’s fresh right?
As I worked up a rhythm I started to moan unable to stop those sweet sounds. My orgasm was close already; all I needed was just a little bit more...
"What the fuck are you doing?"
I scream and turn quickly, abandoning my almost beginning orgasm.
Hunter stands with the door open looking at me with anger and what I think is envy in his eyes. No one told him he wasn’t allowed to touch himself!
"What the fuck ...!” I shout, trying to close the glass door.
Hunter blocks the door with his foot so I can’t close it. He doesn't say anything for long minutes; he just stares. Unable to take it anymore, I take measures into my own hands.
“You going to stand there or fucking join me?”
The devil himself smiles.
This pisses me off even more.
“Well,” I say, continuing to wash myself.
“I know what you are trying to do, and it’s not going to work.” Hunter steps forward into the stream of water, effectively shocking me.
His body forces mine against the cool tiles; I flinch at the first contact. I watch, as Hunter’s clothes get drenched from the flowing water, his shirt sticks to his hard body, which outlines those perfect muscles. He places his arms either side of my head, his scent never weakened. He smells, amazing. Leaning in close to me, he runs his nose along my throat making me squirm against the act.
“You’re not the Mistress anymore, Kat.” His breath tickles my skin. “You’re my submissive, mine. Mine to do as I please, when I please, and how I please. Best you remember
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