SASHA’S POV
“You smell so good, so much like me, just the way I like it,” I heard his seductive voice whispered into my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I immediately froze, anxiety and unease gripping me.
What have I done? I thought, panic setting in.
I really don’t know what came over me when I used his perfume, but that was just the wrong thing to do, regret and self-reproach washing over me.
Why did I have to take his perfume? Why did I even touch the dressing table in the first place? guilt and self-doubt plaguing me.
And why the fuck does he have to speak into my ear, making me go crazy? frustration and desperation rising.
“This is bad! I’m so fucking wet and crazy ready for him,” I thought, mortification and desire warring within me.
Sebastian’s eyes gleamed with mischief, and I could see the amusement dancing in them, drawing me in.
I couldn’t ignore the sweet sensation I felt down there just by looking into those eyes, attraction and lust sparking.
“I should not stay longer looking at him because his eyes seem to be drawing me closer,” I tried to warn myself, caution and self-preservation kicking in.
But I completely ignored the warning as I stared at him, those alluring yet dangerous eyes holding me captive.
I knew I couldn’t afford to let him notice me staring at him with so much want and lust, but I couldn’t help it.
His eyes were fixed forward, and he wouldn’t notice me, or that’s what I thought until I saw the small sly smile slowly appear on his face.
I knew he caught me, and immediately I looked away, embarrassment and shame flooding me.
“I know you want me, desperately,” he replied, his voice low and husky, his breath whispering against my skin, sending tremors through me.
“You can’t hide it; it’s visible in those eyes of yours,” he continued, his tone confident and teasing.
His voice alone, and the hot breath fanning my skin, sent shivers running down my spine, igniting desire and excitement.
I could feel my heart racing, and at a point, I got scared that he might notice how abnormal my heartbeat was because of him, anxiety and vulnerability creeping in.
“Yes, I want you. I fucking want you desperately,” I wanted to scream this to him, but I restrained myself, longing and frustration building.
I want his hands all over my body, I want his fingers teasing my already hard nipples, and his head buried down, devouring me mercilessly, and then coming to kiss me passionately, sharing the taste of myself while thrusting deep into me, lust and craving intensifying.
But I dare not speak, I dare not let my emotions and crazy desire show, fear of rejection and vulnerability holding me back.
“I’m willing to give myself to you,” he spoke, his words echoing in my mind, as if he could see and read my thoughts, astonishment and excitement overwhelming me.
As soon as his lips touched the back of my ears, placing a small but wet kiss on me, I became frozen, paralyzed by pleasure.
“If only you ask for it, tell me you want me, Sasha, and I’m all yours,” he continued, his voice low and husky, slowly humming a sweet melody in my ears, driving me insane with desire.
My pulse quickened as I felt a surge of arousal, my body betraying my mind, succumbing to his seduction.
The audacity in his statement made me gasp, indignation and shock mingling with desire.
I just can’t imagine that he wants me to beg him, pride and resistance warring with longing.
But I really can’t deny the truth – I want him, badly, and I’m willing to do anything to make him fuck me, desperation and craving taking hold.
But that wasn’t right, moral ambiguity and self-doubt creeping in.
Sebastian is just trying to get into my head, and he has successfully done so; he’s in my head, my mind, and imagination, and unfortunately, I can’t seem to kick him out – or I’m just not willing to, resignation and surrender mingling with desire.
“Stop Seb, please stop,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper, betraying me by coming out so low and soft, desperation and longing evident.
I was slowly losing my sanity, and I just couldn’t help but plead for him to stop driving me crazy, frustration and desire warring within me.
I heard a small chuckle erupt from his throat, and immediately felt a burning sensation within me, arousal and excitement igniting.
“How can just a chuckle sound so seductive?” I thought, amazed and captivated.
“You don’t deny the fact that you want me, that’s a good start. Now beg me to get down with you. Sasha, you fucking want me,” he answered, his voice like a sweet, rushing feeling in my ears.
I could feel the eagerness in his voice, the want, and a bit of frustration, mirroring my own emotions.
I bit my lower lip slowly, trying my best to keep myself in check, resisting the urge to surrender.
But knowing he wanted me to beg for it made me want to grab him closer and give him a deep, wet, and passionate kiss, desire and craving intensifying.
The more I tried to stop myself from wanting him, the more this feeling grew, and the more wet I became, helpless to resist.
I bit my lower lip slower to stop a moan from escaping as I felt his hands on me, electricity coursing through my veins.
His hands slid onto my shoulders, his fingers caressing my skin, making me feel hot, and I could feel my heart skip a beat.
His gentle touch sent shivers down my spine; just one touch made me go crazy, overwhelming desire and longing.
I struggled to maintain control of myself, my racing heart, my imagination running wild.
I couldn’t control my body, surrendering to the sensations, lost in the moment.
My body betrayed me, growing wetter with each passing moment under his touch, shame and desire mingling.
Nobody has ever made me feel this way, helpless and lost in pleasure.
Made me lose complete control of my body, vulnerability and surrender creeping in.
He had total control, and made me shiver under his touch, fear and excitement entwined.
“Please stop tormenting me, Seb, please,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper, desperation and longing evident.
I could not take anymore of his torment and torture, frustration and craving warring within.
Sebastian’s smile widened, amusement and satisfaction dancing in his eyes.
“I’m not tormenting you, my love, I’m just showing you what you truly desire,” he spoke, his voice low and husky.
His hands trailed my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps, and I felt my resolve crumbling.
My body screamed for his touch, desire and need overwhelming.
I badly wanted him, yearning and craving intensifying.
“Beg me,” he whispered, his lips inches away from my ear.
“Beg me to take you and make you mine,” his words weaving a spell.
My pride wrestled with my desires, internal conflict raging.
But Sebastian’s words chipped away at my defense, vulnerability exposed.
I teetered on the edge, torn between surrendering and resisting.
“Beg me,” he repeated, his voice hypnotic.
Temptation wrapped around me, seducing me.
My heart pounded, racing with anticipation.
Resistance faltered.
Surrender beckoned.