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sadness, but relief, such overwhelming relief. His voice was so heavy with want, her legs quivered. “Do you know why, Rain?”
“No,” Destini heard herself moan.
“Because this night you’re mine. I’m the man to teach you the difference between what’s real and what’s fantasy.” He then brushed his lips softly to the outer curve of her ear. “Give me a chance. All I need is one. Choose me. But understand that if you do, you obey my rules,” he chuckled. “Say yes, Sir. Say Sir… make me yours. Say it.”
Destini exhaled. Suddenly his grip weakened, and sanity hit her like falling bricks. She shook him off and moved from under him, collecting herself, her breathing harsh and her lungs burning. He didn’t know her. She wasn’t a virgin, and she sure as hell didn’t want to be his sex slave. He dropped his now free hand to her thigh.
“Get your hands off––”
“Sir.” Nero appeared, his arms draped around the shoulders of a blond and a redhead. Destini registered the disappointment in Nero’s eyes. Still flustered, she barely noticed when Sir’s hand dipped between her thighs and slowly moved up boldly under the cover of the tablecloth. The creeping did finally draw her attention to the warm feel of his palm and the gentle walk of the pads of his fingers as it went further. She froze. Her line of vision slipped to Sir, back to Nero, then eventually settled on the flickering candle flame.
“I heard you’d arrived,” said Nero.
“I found my way,” Sir answered. He cast her a sideways glance, warning her to behave and then returned his attention to their host.
Destini tensed, recalling she wore no underwear just as he discovered it. His eyes slipped to her under his mask and a smile of approval tipped the corner of his mouth as his finger touched the lips of her sex, and she parted her thighs ever so slightly so that two fingers could part the folds. Ashamed of her compliance so quickly, she slammed her thighs shut.
“I see you’ve met Rain?” Nero said, nodding his approval over Sir’s choice.
“Oh, we’re getting to know each other.” Sir pinched her clit. She came hard, bone shattering hard, and from her neck up, she flushed. The forbidden was so enticing and sensual it just happened. Embarrassed, she refocused on the candle flame, never wavering. His hand, trapped between her locked thighs, managed to continue the delicious task of turning her swelling clit.
Nero’s left brow arched. It was the last she saw of his face. She stared at the yellow flame of the candle, trying to regulate her breathing.
“You okay, Cherry?” she heard Nero ask.
She shifted. Sir was granted access and he went for it. He plucked her sex button like a master. She felt it swelling between the lips of her pussy. Then his touch went tender. He rotated the nub and rubbed at her center to soothe her agony. Hot pleasure flooded her. She parted her lips to let out a soft sigh. Afterwards she tried to speak. Nero’s gaze was on her. The women at his side were watching her. Sir reclined in his seat watching their visitors instead. And she flushed again, willing her pussy to behave and her hips to remain still.
“Ya-ya-yes. I’m fine,” she stammered.
“Don’t be shy, Rain. Tell the man the truth. You were about to leave earlier,” Sir said in his nonchalant manner. His gaze cut her way again it was sharp and accusatory, multiplying her humiliation. Why couldn’t she make him stop! Why wouldn’t she make him stop! His middle finger pierced her center, causing her hips to thrust forward in response. Her body betrayed her by parting her knees wider and his finger worked in and out. Her vagina clenched, tightened, softened, grew wet and slippery for him. The entire time he worked his thumb in circular motions and she was going insane from restraint. She couldn’t stand it. The pleasure was so profound that she moved her ass under his command. Mortified, she scrambled for control. Sitting upright,
“No,” Destini heard herself moan.
“Because this night you’re mine. I’m the man to teach you the difference between what’s real and what’s fantasy.” He then brushed his lips softly to the outer curve of her ear. “Give me a chance. All I need is one. Choose me. But understand that if you do, you obey my rules,” he chuckled. “Say yes, Sir. Say Sir… make me yours. Say it.”
Destini exhaled. Suddenly his grip weakened, and sanity hit her like falling bricks. She shook him off and moved from under him, collecting herself, her breathing harsh and her lungs burning. He didn’t know her. She wasn’t a virgin, and she sure as hell didn’t want to be his sex slave. He dropped his now free hand to her thigh.
“Get your hands off––”
“Sir.” Nero appeared, his arms draped around the shoulders of a blond and a redhead. Destini registered the disappointment in Nero’s eyes. Still flustered, she barely noticed when Sir’s hand dipped between her thighs and slowly moved up boldly under the cover of the tablecloth. The creeping did finally draw her attention to the warm feel of his palm and the gentle walk of the pads of his fingers as it went further. She froze. Her line of vision slipped to Sir, back to Nero, then eventually settled on the flickering candle flame.
“I heard you’d arrived,” said Nero.
“I found my way,” Sir answered. He cast her a sideways glance, warning her to behave and then returned his attention to their host.
Destini tensed, recalling she wore no underwear just as he discovered it. His eyes slipped to her under his mask and a smile of approval tipped the corner of his mouth as his finger touched the lips of her sex, and she parted her thighs ever so slightly so that two fingers could part the folds. Ashamed of her compliance so quickly, she slammed her thighs shut.
“I see you’ve met Rain?” Nero said, nodding his approval over Sir’s choice.
“Oh, we’re getting to know each other.” Sir pinched her clit. She came hard, bone shattering hard, and from her neck up, she flushed. The forbidden was so enticing and sensual it just happened. Embarrassed, she refocused on the candle flame, never wavering. His hand, trapped between her locked thighs, managed to continue the delicious task of turning her swelling clit.
Nero’s left brow arched. It was the last she saw of his face. She stared at the yellow flame of the candle, trying to regulate her breathing.
“You okay, Cherry?” she heard Nero ask.
She shifted. Sir was granted access and he went for it. He plucked her sex button like a master. She felt it swelling between the lips of her pussy. Then his touch went tender. He rotated the nub and rubbed at her center to soothe her agony. Hot pleasure flooded her. She parted her lips to let out a soft sigh. Afterwards she tried to speak. Nero’s gaze was on her. The women at his side were watching her. Sir reclined in his seat watching their visitors instead. And she flushed again, willing her pussy to behave and her hips to remain still.
“Ya-ya-yes. I’m fine,” she stammered.
“Don’t be shy, Rain. Tell the man the truth. You were about to leave earlier,” Sir said in his nonchalant manner. His gaze cut her way again it was sharp and accusatory, multiplying her humiliation. Why couldn’t she make him stop! Why wouldn’t she make him stop! His middle finger pierced her center, causing her hips to thrust forward in response. Her body betrayed her by parting her knees wider and his finger worked in and out. Her vagina clenched, tightened, softened, grew wet and slippery for him. The entire time he worked his thumb in circular motions and she was going insane from restraint. She couldn’t stand it. The pleasure was so profound that she moved her ass under his command. Mortified, she scrambled for control. Sitting upright,
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