CAILY GALILEO
I pulled the lacy coat off a bit slowly, putting on a look I knew was seductive. It was the popular seductive look that I had learnt easily from a few magazines.
As the soft lace dropped to the floor beneath me, I could see Pietro’s eyes dilate a bit. He swallowed hard, an action that made his adam’s apple bob almost sexily.
Almost.
Every action of the man standing before me would be termed hot to every other person in the world. Even his inaction was sexy, but not to me. He would always be an ‘almost’ for me because I knew exactly what he was.
A monster.
“Peaches, go on.” his voice was coarse, deep and it made my breathing quicken as if it was the most natural thing to occur.
I could feel my breathing getting heavier as I stood in front of him, dressed in just this sexy lingerie and nothing more. My heart was pounding hard and there was this…
No, I will say nothing about this sick feeling.
‘This is a job. For Aunt Mandy. For Aunt Mandy’ I repeated the words in my head and let out my inner charm. I turned my back to him, swept my hair to one side of my neck and moved a hand to the lacy panties, my fingers moved slowly over my pussy mound and I felt my body quiver.
I was really going to touch myself in front of Pietro!
“Look at me.” His voice made me snap my gaze up from the floor to look at him.
“I want you to look in my eyes while you rub your clit for me through those panties. You are not allowed to stop until I tell you so.”
My breathing had turned shallow and as my eyes met with those light brown eyes of his, I felt something in me snap. It was like a confirmation that Pietro wasn’t human, he was a monster whose eyes had the power to manipulate people.
My lips parted softly with a soft gasp as I slowly brushed my clit with two fingers through the lacy panties. My body shuddered with a streak of electricity that shot through me. His light brown eyes were intent on mine and my eyes were begging him to break the eye contact and free me from whatever spell he had put me under just by setting his eyes on mine.
“Pi…” I bit down on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning his name out while my fingers continued rubbing my pussy through my panties with a sudden speed and desperation I could not control. It felt… It felt so good that I could not stop myself but yet it felt so embarrassing, so much that the only thing I wanted to do was to stop rubbing my clit in front of him like this.
Yet, I could not stop. He had stated that clearly but then I shouldn’t be doing it this desperately, this needily. I should not be making these noises.
A small smirk appeared on his face and then he broke the eye contact, letting his gaze move to where my fingers were rubbing my clit furiously at this point.
I wanted to stop but it seemed like the only way I really could stop was to beg him to tell me to stop. The only way I could stop was for him to tell me to stop!
“Pi… Pietro,” I hated that it came out as a moan, a moan that sounded all shades of desperate and needy.
“Unghh.” there was a deep groan from him and that groan made my knees give way a bit more. I suddenly needed to lean against something before I would crash to the floor on my knees.
“Pietro.” I cried out his name.
“Tell me, Peaches. Tell me what you want.” he demanded to know, returning his gaze to my face.
My lips curled in a small cry as I tried to reach for some bit of self control but couldn’t reach it. I tried to recall a particular memory to make me feel the hatred I had for Pietro but in this moment, that memory seemed too distant to be recalled. I couldn’t recall that memory and my body couldn’t recall my hatred for him too.
“St… Stop. Tell me to stop, please.” I threw my head back, my free hand moving to clasp my mouth.
“Your hands off your mouth.” Pietro’s voice was a different type of stern and I bit down on my finger reluctantly before pulling my hands off completely.
“And look back at me.” He added and when I dropped my gaze from the ceiling, he was standing in front of me already.
My body shook and my fingers stopped for a second. Only a second because the next second, I continued rubbing my clit shamelessly.
“Pietro…” I called his name but it was a moan, a very obvious moan. I saw his jaw clench as if he was forcing every cell inside of him not to grab me and do dirty, very dirty, shameless things to me.
“Are you going to cum for me?” That question from him made my body want to just lose all shred of control instantly.
I was not going to admit that. I would never admit that and I would never cum for him. The only… The only reason I came over the phone was because I had no idea it was him on the other side of the phone.
“Ne… Never.” I stuttered out the word.
“Hmm.” He walked behind me and at this point, my chest was heaving with every breath I took and it so did not help when his hands gripped my waist firmly as he stood behind me.
“So…” His deep breathing caressed my ears.
“You aren’t going to cum even if I make you continue rubbing your hard, clit for another minute?” He asked, his voice and words directly into my ears, making me quiver. My knees bucked but I was still unwilling to lose it. I could not… Not to Pietro. Never to Pietro.
“I… Never. I… I won’t”
“Even if I have you pinch your pretty nipples while you push two fingers into your sopping pussy?” His voice, his breathing against my bare neck was making me… It was getting me faster to the edge.
“Pietro…” I cried out his name, my knees bucking.
“Stop rubbing.” he suddenly stated and I should have been relieved that I would not be cumming like a shameless lady in front of him but I was far from being relieved to hear those words.
My thighs were pressed together, my knees were slightly bent and my pussy was throbbing. I needed to…
Oh fuck! I didn’t want to admit those words, not even in my head.
But I really, really needed to rub a little bit more and cum. Perhaps, I could cum quietly without him knowing I came. I desperately needed to rub a bit more.
“Now, Peaches. Tell me, what do you want? You only have to say the word.” His breathing was even hotter against my body as his breathing turned harsh against my skin.
The toughest war was going on inside of me. To put down all my pride just for a moment of pleasure and relief or to remain in this state and keep my pride.
“I know you want to cum, just tell me how badly you want to cum and I’ll let you. Just tell me, Peaches.” he groaned and I felt something hard pressing into my back.
His hard… That was his hard cock.
“Th… This is just a job for me. I… I don’t need to cum.” I made my decision. My pride and my hatred for Pietro. No, that was just my way of keeping my pride after all he would still have me touch myself soon and I’d cum quietly.
Pietro’s breathing seemed to stop for the next few seconds and I felt a bit of fear strike me. But the next second, he chuckled.
“I love how you think you don’t need to cum even when you are dripping wet for me and so close to begging me.”
“I… I am not”
“Let’s find that out, shall we?” He moved away from my back.
“Get rid of every clothing on you, Peaches.”