“Why?” I whine, and I hate how needy my voice sounds right now, but I can’t seem to control the need inside of me. He woke something deep inside of me: a desire I had long ago forgotten I had.
“Because I want to enjoy every moment with you, Cassidy. You’re fucking perfect, princess, and I’m going to show you that.”
“How?” I whisper, and he smiles. He takes my hand and starts kissing my fingers, drawing his tongue over each one. Then he nips at me and looks up. His eyes meet mine, and he starts to tell me exactly what he’s going to do to me once we’re alone at his house.
“First, I’m going to strip you, Cassidy. You’re wearing entirely too much clothing.”
“I’m hardly wearing anything.”
“It’s still too much.”
“So, you’re going to take it off.”
“Yep. That dress can hit the floor and stay there where it belongs. I want to see those pretty nipples out and free.”
“Fuck, Matthew,” I whisper, and my core tightens in anticipation. What’s he going to think when he sees me without my dress on? Is he going to like my panties? My bra? Is he going to like the way I look standing there before him like a feast?
“Then I’m going to walk around you, baby. I’m going to circle you like you’re my prey because tonight you are.”
“I am.”
“Yeah, you are,” he growls, and he nips at one of my fingers. “I bet you look fucking lovely in your panties,” he says.
“I’m sure I look okay.”
“Better than okay, but it won’t matter because you’re going to lose the panties next.”
“I am?”
“You are,” he tells me. “I’ll take your bra off and throw it to the side. Then I’ll slip a finger under your panties.”
“Good,” I whisper back, finally finding my voice. “Because I want to feel your fingers in me, Matthew.”
“Is that right, baby? Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper. I don’t even blush now. I’m way too excited for that.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“Show me,” he says, and he motions to my dress.
“You want me to show you?”
“Oh, yes, princess. Show me how wet that pussy of yours is for me.”
I don’t know what to do. I’ve been with plenty of people. I’m no wilting flower, after all, but I’ve never been with someone who just tells me what they want the way that Matthew does. He doesn’t hold back at all. He seems to have no trouble just telling me what my next steps should be. I kind of like that. I kind of like how he takes control. I kind of like the way he dominates me in this way.
So, it’s with excitement and anticipation that I slide my panties off in the car and hand them to him. He doesn’t even look at them. He just shoves them in his pocket and waits for what I’ll do next. I don’t want this moment to end. I’m having so much fun being naughty with him. I lean deeper against the seat, close my eyes, and start touching myself.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he says. “Play with that sweet pussy. I plan on it. You look so fucking hot in the moonlight, Cassidy. I love the way your entire body relaxes when you close your eyes. Right now, it’s just you and me. It’s just the two of us and nothing else matters, okay? No work. No boss. No stress. Just you and me and your fingers.”
I slide one finger inside of me and then another, stroking myself. It feels so good to be relieving my stress in this way. It’s just like he says: it’s just us right now. I really don’t have to worry about anything else in the world. All I have to do it listen to his voice and his commands and see what he says next.
“Now let me taste.”
I stop touching myself and look over at him.