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muttered. “Prick.”
“Now get up.” Zara stepped back, leaving the man with his pink tongue peeking through the mouth hole.
Again he didn’t move.
She whacked the flogger against her leg in a menacing, impatient way. He remained on his hands and knees, as though stunned that she’d given him so little time to adore her feet.
She brought the flogger down, this time on his shoulder. Hard.
He scrabbled to his feet, his thick cock a deep mauve, the veins standing proud. The bead of pre-cum had transferred to his abdomen, sitting tackily in his dark belly hairs.
I squirmed, wishing my own erection wasn’t having to suffer the pain of being encased.
Zara turned him to face me, directly, and caught my gaze. Again I tilted my chin, wore my best passive, nonchalant expression. This wasn’t getting to me. She wasn’t teaching me anything new.
She copied me, her slender neck regal, her movements precise as she stepped behind her hooded slave. Reaching for his arms, she crossed them in front of his body, encasing him in her long-limbed embrace. She tucked in tight to his back and pressed her lips to his hood, right next to his ear, her heels making her tall enough to do this and certainly able to continue staring at me.
Not once did she break our eye contact; she barely blinked, neither did I.
It took a great deal of effort not to stare at the aroused man before me. I’d never actually seen a bloke so hard, or, if I was honest, with such a bloody big dick.
But I managed not to. I returned Zara’s gaze, hoping she wouldn’t notice that damn muscle flickering in my cheek again.
She began to whisper. Soft words that didn’t make it through the window slats. Just a constant little drone of seduction straight into the ear of her captive.
Damn.
What was she saying?
When I looked at her again, she’d shut her eyes, blocked me out. It was just her and him now. I could almost see him folding into her arms, his thick, meaty shoulders resting against her, his body melting backwards.
I finally allowed my gaze to travel his body. His feet were hip width apart, his knees locked as if he needed that security to stay standing. His cock was twitching, the slit pointing directly at me. He was fully erect, almost bursting with blood. The sight was quite shocking.
Still she kept on whispering, her red lips grazing the black hood, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.
I shoved at my groin, hoping a bit of manhandling would reduce my hard-on.
It didn’t.
He was trembling now, his skin shiny with sweat. He’d dug his fingers tight into his biceps. Zara kept her arms around him, holding him together in his acute state of arousal. On and on she spoke, the muffled, whispered words maddeningly indiscernible to me.
Suddenly he jerked forward—not out of her embrace, it was just his hips canting. A great arc of cum shot towards me, and his long, pleasure-soaked groan filtered through the slats.
I held my breath, desire whipping through my groin.
Another ribbon of cum followed the first, slapping wetly onto the floor.
Still Zara spoke, held him, squeezed him.
One of his knees gave way. He quickly righted himself as a final, shorter string of pearly fluid left his cock. He was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly against Zara’s arms, the muscles in his belly clearly defined.
Finally she stopped spilling her devilish words into his mind. She raised her head and stared straight at me, her eyes sharp, her mouth tipped in a cocky grin.
Fuck.
I’d come in my pants.
Chapter Eight
I’d got to him, just as I knew I would. If I wasn’t mistaken, that flicker in his cheek and the slight grimace that he’d tried so hard to hide were side effects of him coming. I’d watched him throughout for telltale signs that he’d been wanking—shoulder bobbing, cheeks flushing—and yes, he’d gone red-faced, but other than that had remained completely still. So he hadn’t wanted me to know. Interesting.
Carlos
“Now get up.” Zara stepped back, leaving the man with his pink tongue peeking through the mouth hole.
Again he didn’t move.
She whacked the flogger against her leg in a menacing, impatient way. He remained on his hands and knees, as though stunned that she’d given him so little time to adore her feet.
She brought the flogger down, this time on his shoulder. Hard.
He scrabbled to his feet, his thick cock a deep mauve, the veins standing proud. The bead of pre-cum had transferred to his abdomen, sitting tackily in his dark belly hairs.
I squirmed, wishing my own erection wasn’t having to suffer the pain of being encased.
Zara turned him to face me, directly, and caught my gaze. Again I tilted my chin, wore my best passive, nonchalant expression. This wasn’t getting to me. She wasn’t teaching me anything new.
She copied me, her slender neck regal, her movements precise as she stepped behind her hooded slave. Reaching for his arms, she crossed them in front of his body, encasing him in her long-limbed embrace. She tucked in tight to his back and pressed her lips to his hood, right next to his ear, her heels making her tall enough to do this and certainly able to continue staring at me.
Not once did she break our eye contact; she barely blinked, neither did I.
It took a great deal of effort not to stare at the aroused man before me. I’d never actually seen a bloke so hard, or, if I was honest, with such a bloody big dick.
But I managed not to. I returned Zara’s gaze, hoping she wouldn’t notice that damn muscle flickering in my cheek again.
She began to whisper. Soft words that didn’t make it through the window slats. Just a constant little drone of seduction straight into the ear of her captive.
Damn.
What was she saying?
When I looked at her again, she’d shut her eyes, blocked me out. It was just her and him now. I could almost see him folding into her arms, his thick, meaty shoulders resting against her, his body melting backwards.
I finally allowed my gaze to travel his body. His feet were hip width apart, his knees locked as if he needed that security to stay standing. His cock was twitching, the slit pointing directly at me. He was fully erect, almost bursting with blood. The sight was quite shocking.
Still she kept on whispering, her red lips grazing the black hood, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.
I shoved at my groin, hoping a bit of manhandling would reduce my hard-on.
It didn’t.
He was trembling now, his skin shiny with sweat. He’d dug his fingers tight into his biceps. Zara kept her arms around him, holding him together in his acute state of arousal. On and on she spoke, the muffled, whispered words maddeningly indiscernible to me.
Suddenly he jerked forward—not out of her embrace, it was just his hips canting. A great arc of cum shot towards me, and his long, pleasure-soaked groan filtered through the slats.
I held my breath, desire whipping through my groin.
Another ribbon of cum followed the first, slapping wetly onto the floor.
Still Zara spoke, held him, squeezed him.
One of his knees gave way. He quickly righted himself as a final, shorter string of pearly fluid left his cock. He was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly against Zara’s arms, the muscles in his belly clearly defined.
Finally she stopped spilling her devilish words into his mind. She raised her head and stared straight at me, her eyes sharp, her mouth tipped in a cocky grin.
Fuck.
I’d come in my pants.
Chapter Eight
I’d got to him, just as I knew I would. If I wasn’t mistaken, that flicker in his cheek and the slight grimace that he’d tried so hard to hide were side effects of him coming. I’d watched him throughout for telltale signs that he’d been wanking—shoulder bobbing, cheeks flushing—and yes, he’d gone red-faced, but other than that had remained completely still. So he hadn’t wanted me to know. Interesting.
Carlos
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