again, and that’s when I realized that I was wet. I slid one thigh against the other and was mortified to realize I was so wet that it had begun to slip down onto my legs.
“Step out of the bath onto the rug. I want you to sit down on the ledge and spread your thighs for me. Show me just how wet you are for me right now,” he commanded. I shivered with arousal.
We were alone. There was no one else here to see that I was so aroused by my alien captor. No one else would know if I fought him or if I gave in. No one else would know except for the two of us.
I drew in a heated breath. And then another before I lifted one foot out of the tub. I climbed out and carefully sat down. When I lifted my head to stare back at him, he was watching me closely, likely reading my expression for any hint of what was happening inside my head.
My mother had always said that I wore my feelings on my face, that I couldn’t hide how I truly felt. Vane probably realized that now. I couldn’t hide how aroused I was in that moment, even though I wanted to. He smirked gently and I knew that I was right.
Slowly, I spread my thighs, the chilly air of the restroom embracing my wet folds. I watched as his gaze drew down to my pussy and I couldn’t help myself as a quiet cry of shame escaped my throat.
“I want you to touch yourself. Slide your fingers inside your little pussy and tell me what you find,” he instructed next. His voice was calm. Expectant and without a single edge of cruelty or malice of any kind. Here, alone with me, Vane was just a man and not a monster. He’d left everything else behind.
I found myself wanting to obey him.
Hesitantly, I slid my right hand over top of my mound and into my slickened folds. I was very wet and now I knew exactly how much being made to do these things made me quiver with arousal.
“Pinch your clit lightly. Then press down gently over top of it. Circle it with those pretty fingers,” he said next.
I breathed in nervously. This felt so very naughty, but I wanted to please him. I could already feel desire for release buzzing in my veins and I hoped that he’d allow me to come. I swallowed anxiously before I dragged my fingers back, touching the needy little bud in between my thighs. Using the sides of my fingers, I pinched my clit lightly and a jolt of pleasure raced straight to my core. My breath caught in my throat.
With two fingers, I pressed down on my clit and began to circle it. The bliss twisting in my core compounded in on itself and my muscles tightened reflexively. I circled my clit again and my spine arched just a little, lifting my breasts up into the air. My nipples still throbbed from when I pinched them.
“Pinch your clit again. Harder this time. I want to hear the sounds you make when it hurts,” he demanded.
I obeyed. I squeezed myself with my fingers much harder this time and I twisted from side to side like I had done with my nipples. A fierce jab of agony pierced my core, more intense than the last time, but I didn’t let go until a soft cry of pain slipped free from my lips. He smiled, the corners of his mouth turning up just slightly as he continued to study me.
I grew a little bit braver, so I touched myself again. I teased myself as he watched, imagining his fingers on my skin. I shivered with heat as desire pulsed between my legs. With my other hand, I returned to my nipple.
“That’s it. Touch yourself for me. Put on a show for me, Nina,” he purred, and my thighs trembled with need at the gruff seductive thrall of his voice.
I tried harder for him. I’d never explored myself in this way before and to have to do it in front of him like this right now was driving me wild. My thighs were slick with liquid heat and I wondered if it was pooling beneath me, if it was dripping down the side of the tub. My core throbbed and twisted with desire as I teased myself, feeling myself edge closer and closer to the precipice of orgasm. I licked my lips and I moaned softly as a particularly strong pulse of desire raced through my veins.
I was hot. Needy. And so incredibly turned on.
My release was in reach now. I could feel it. My nipples ached, still feeling the effects of my hard pinches, while my tender clit throbbed. God. I wanted more. So much more.
“Make yourself come for me, Nina. Come for me while I watch,” he said quietly, and a thrill of desire raced down to the base of my spine.
My clit grew more tender. I could feel the bliss of orgasm just moments away from breaking over me. I pressed down harder on the needy little bud, circling and working my sensitive flesh until I could feel the last tendrils of control fall away.
Pleasure cut through me and my world splintered into pieces. I moaned, the sound loud and primal to my ears, but I didn’t care. I continued pressing down and ecstasy hurtled through me like a storm. Rampant heat simmered just underneath my skin and my core cramped hard with the intensity of my release. My pussy tightened and my fingers pinched my nipple hard.
My orgasm intensified and I started to scream for him.
My hips rolled and my back arched. Seated before him with my legs spread, I knew he could see everything. He could see every minute expression cross over my features. He could see my hard nipples and the wetness between my thighs. He could probably even see how my pussy was tightening for him as he made me come before him.
I pinched my clit hard and my orgasm grew stronger. It felt like forever and I whimpered as it tore through me. When it finally began to fade, I breathed hard and lifted my eyes to meet his. Sometime mid-orgasm I’d closed my eyes, too lost to focus on anything else. Now though, I could see the arousal on his face. I could see just how much watching me make myself come had turned him on.
Suddenly, I didn’t want any more of my fingers. Now I wanted his cock. I licked my lips and dropped my gaze to the fly of his dark pants. He smirked knowingly.
“Come here, Nina. Stand before me,” he said softly.
On weak legs, I slowly walked over to him. Soft tremors of orgasm still quivered up and down my thighs, but the walk wasn’t far. When I reached him, he placed a steadying hand on my hip, and I leaned into him.
Panting, I watched him as he unbuttoned his pants. Slowly, he freed his cock and I found myself squirming as he revealed it to me.
“Climb up on my lap. Lower yourself onto my cock. You will take every last inch of me before you ride me. You’re going to wear yourself out before we go bed tonight,” he demanded. I bit my lip as he offered a hand. Tentatively, I placed my fingers within his. He helped me climb up onto his lap before he curled his hands around my waist. He lifted me over top of his hard shaft, and I drew in a nervous breath as I felt the tip press at my entrance. My own hands found his shoulders and I steadied myself as I prepared to take in the massiveness that was his cock.