“I wouldn’t ask you to do something you couldn’t do.”
She glances at the front of the store. “What if someone comes in?”
“Then let them. It’s their lucky day. Take the dress off, darling, let me see you.”
Nervously, her hands fidget with the neck of the fabric, and then, eyes locked on mine, she slowly shimmers out of it, until it’s a pool of shimmering rose gold and crystals at her feet.
She’s topless underneath, with only the thin red thong covering her.
“Turn around.”
Teetering on her heels, she spins slowly, giving me a chance to take in every single inch of her until she’s facing me again,
“Now take your thong off.”
Her skin glows pink. “Matthias…”
“No? Are you scared to show yourself to me?”
“No… I…”
“Take it off, Clarissa,” I say, gently but firmly. I’m going to walk her through this experience, until she breaks and is put together again.
Her slender fingers find the straps of her red G-string and she slides it down her legs and steps out of it.
“Turn.”
She’s already starting to before I say it, her breath growing heavier, her center of gravity lowering as she gives in to my commands.
The air weighs heavier with my arousal, but it’s more than that. It’s want, it’s need. It’s a craving for her that I’ve never been able to quench no matter how many times we have sex.
When she finally faces me again, I get up, walking over to her to tilt her chin with the crook of my index finger, and lay a soft kiss on her lips.
She shivers and her eyes flutter closed until I pull away.
“Listen to me. Now you are beautiful. Just you. Nothing in this fucking place can compare to you. Do you understand me? All this is just a fucking insult to my eyes because it hides me from you, and I want nothing but you, wholly, completely, untouched.”
I return to the chair, lean back, unable to look away from her.
“Do you ever touch yourself, Clarissa? Do you ever play with that sweet, perfect cunt and make yourself come?”
“Sometimes. Not much.” She flushes with embarrassment.
“Where do you do it? In bed? In a chair?”
Her face blazes scarlet. “The shower.”
“Show me. Stand there, in your heels, naked, and show me how you touch yourself. For me.” She starts to protest but stops when she sees how I’m looking at her.
Hungry. Starving.
“For me, Clarissa. Not for you. For me.”
Her fingers, tentative and trembling, lift to the curve of her neck, and she slides them down to flick at her nipples. Soft flicks as they harden under her touch. She doesn’t linger for too long.
Her right hand walks down the length of her stomach until it rests on her pubis, her fingers gently fluttering over her pussy.
“Spread your legs, baby, spread them so I can see how wet you are.”
She complies, taking two little steps outward, her pussy already glistening under the showroom lights, the mirror showing me every angle of her, every curve.
Her tongue flicks out, running along her bottom lip, and then she slides one finger between her legs and inside her.
God.
“Oh, darling, you are so fucking gorgeous. Touch yourself, show me what feels good to you.”
All I want is to take out my cock and jack it, but this is about her. I have to remind myself that this is about her.
Legs spreading a little more, she lowers her hips, one hand flicking her nipples hard as she circles her clit, a moan bubbling over her lips.
I don’t know if it’s the lights or from her fingers, but a soft sheen makes her face glow as she circles her lips.
“Matthias?”
“Yes?”
Her voice is thick with the need to come as she asks. “Do you like what you see?”
My girl is getting braver. “If I would do nothing more with the rest of my life than watch you make yourself come, I would die a happy man.”
She chokes back a groan, but her hand moves faster between her legs, alternating between pumping her fingers into her dripping cunt and rubbing her clit.
The rhythm of her breath tells me she’s close.
“Come, darling, come for me. But don’t you dare take your eyes off me.”
She obeys. Perfectly, devastatingly beautifully, she strums her pussy until she’s at the edge and then reaches back up to her clit, flicking it fast as I watch her entire body contract and shudder.
“Oh god, fuck… Matthias…” she moans as she loses herself to the orgasm.
My breath mirrors hers as her mouth parts in a stunning tableau of pure pleasure as she breaks. I rush up to her, pulling her shaking body to me as her legs look like they’re about to buckle under her.
“That was… my sweet torture. My perfect girl, my desire, my salvation.” I whisper, the emotions unable to stop spilling out of me.
They hurt her.
And now I have to make her whole again, remind her that this world will burn before I ever let anyone cause her any pain again.
She whimpers against my neck as she steadies.
I pull her hand to my mouth and hungrily suck her cum from her fingers.
I’m so fucking addicted to the taste of her.
Eyes still glazed over, she slowly undresses me, taking charge.
Bolstered, emboldened by her own orgasm, she fears nothing now. I wonder if someone walked through those doors, would she’d even stop.
One by one she unbuttons my shirt, and slides it off my shoulders. Her fingers find the hem of my undershirt and she lifts it over my head.
Soft kisses fall on my chest and stomach as she lowers herself to the floor, unbuckling my belt and pulling my pants down.
She taps on my legs, gesturing for me to step out of them, then she prompts me to take my shoes off.
“You’re overdressed,” I joke in a shaky voice as she stands up. “You’re still in heels and I’m naked.”
“I can take them off,” she says with a smirk, knowing full well I want nothing of the sort.
Her hands reach down, grazing the tip of my aching cock. I must be dripping already, the precum oozing down my cock just from watching her.
She pumps my cock a few times and then lifts her hand up to her mouth, dragging her tongue along her palm, tasting us both on her skin.
It’s so fucking sexy, I almost explode on the spot.
“I need to fuck you,” I growl, pulling her to me, crashing my mouth on hers until we’re both gasping for breath. “I want to be inside you. I need to come inside you, darling.” She knows what I’m asking, and she replies with a nod.
The thought of exploding inside her incinerates the last of my restraint. I spin her around and bend her at the waist, roughly kicking her legs apart. In one rough, brutal movement, I slam into her.
The force almost propels us off the step, but I grab her hips to grind back onto my cock.
“God, your pussy is sweet, torturous perfection. You are my heaven and hell.” I mean every word.