‘I do.’
‘And you understand, that there has to be a consequence?’
I say nothing, barely able to breathe now. ‘I do, sir.’
‘Good,’ he says.
His other hand takes my hip as he presses himself against me, and I quiver and close my eyes as he continues his slow slide down my neck, down, and down. Time stretches out as he moves, inch by slow inch, savouring me as my body twists and bucks in desperation. His touch like pure electricity, bringing me to life.
God, I fucking love this.
Mr Ledger does more for me in a single touch, fuck, a single glance, than I think anyone ever has or could in all my life.
Kyle has no chance, and for a second I almost feel guilty.
At last he reaches the waistline of my shorts, my tight little cut-off jeans showing off more of my ass than I knew I should, but it’s hot. This is LA, I think.
‘You need to consider how you dress in the future,’ he whispers, and then his hand slides firmly between the gap that covers my decency, and over the naked curve of my ass, and I moan softly, my little tummy bucking and undulating in anticipation.
Is he going to fuck me right here? In the middle of the day? In the utility room?
Fuck, I hope so. I need him.
I feel his thumb sweep softly over me, my goosebumps so proud that I panic, worrying that I’m not smooth enough for him, and then he squeezes softly with his whole hand and my mind fizzles.
Slowly he sweeps across my curves, his powerful fingers drifting over my naughty, tight little gap, and then his pinky stays and lingers and I flush with taboo.
Oh my goodness. What is he doing?
He grins beside me, his body betraying him now as he picks up on what I’m thinking, and I twist and squeeze my cheeks together involuntarily.
He shakes his head. ‘No,’ he says. ‘This is mine.’
I breathe and gasp. Is he going to… and then I nod slowly and relax. I am his, I remind myself, to do with as he pleases.
As I do, I feel his hand move again, just a little, and his finger slips down now, between my cheeks this time, and then my whole body tingles as the tip brushes softly against my asshole, and comes to a stop.
The world spins.
No one has ever touched me there before, and my reaction is visceral. I buck and moan, throwing my head back and my arm out, gripping a pipe on the wall and holding it as my legs shift and shimmer.
‘What are you doing?’ I whisper.
‘This is mine,’ he says. ‘Your penance is mine.’
And then he begins to swirl, ever so gently, and my heart damn near bursts out of my chest.
My thighs clamp together and squeeze as he teases me, one palm flat against the machine as I rock back and forth, the hard ridge of my denim shorts now pressing up against my lips and my clit with Mr Ledger’s whole hand inside them, and fuck it feels good.
I am so conflicted.
This feels wrong, and yet at the same, I am being overwhelmed with tingles of pleasure that shoot like fireworks up through my body in bursts so bright that I can’t open my eyes. Round and round he goes, the softness of his touch in direct contrast to the strength I know he harbours as he massages and caresses my most intimate spot.
And then all of a sudden he’s pressing gently against my little opening, and I feel myself flowering open, and pop, his finger slips inside me.
Oh, yes.
I shudder and moan, almost falling forward as he holds himself there, just waiting as I pucker and twist, and then slowly as I relax, he begins to swirl again, but this time inside me, and my head spins with taboo.