“Completely hairless. I love the modern age,” he murmured.
I looked at him in confusion. Modern age? What did that mean?
His fingers boldly explored my flesh, taking every inch as his. Slowly, he pushed them down into the seat of my panties and that’s when he discovered my shameful secret.
Despite the struggle in my mind, my body had utterly betrayed me.
I was soaked with arousal. I had known it for a while, had felt the wet fabric glued against my skin. I had thought to hide it, had thought it would never get to this point, but now that he had discovered my secret, I was completely exposed.
His chuckle said everything.
His eyes stared into mine, compounding my shame ten-fold. He knew that his roughness and his need to take me whether I wanted it or not had aroused me. It had turned me on and there was no concealing that fact anymore.
“You fight me, little warrior, but your body knows its true master. You’re so wet for me. I bet you can’t wait until I reward this rebellious cunt with my cock, but naughty girls like you have to wait,” he mused, and I scowled back at him.
His fingers continued to explore my folds, sliding along my moist flesh with embarrassing ease.
“You like it when I touch you here. I can feel your body tense with pleasure each time I come close to your greedy clit,” he continued, and I whined softly with humiliation.
He caressed my needy bud then, circling it slowly, teasing me. I squirmed, trying to avoid his touch, but it was no use. My pussy was his to take.
His fingers moved carefully, calculatingly slow as he tormented me. My body reacted almost violently to his touch and I wasn’t ready for it. It had been several years since I’d been with a man and it was as though my body was punishing me for it. His fingers moved deftly across the folds of my pussy, almost as though it was a musical instrument. He knew exactly what to do in order to build my arousal and there was little I could do but take it.
He squeezed my clit tenderly, before pressing the pads of his fingers over it firmly. The moment he increased the pressure there, I moaned for the very first time. The desire that shot up from the depths of my belly was strong and I had been unprepared for it. He smiled with his victory as my body forced me into obedience and I had to look away. Staring at the wall, he played with my wanting flesh, teasing me to the edge of oblivion and back.
“Look at me, Kassandra,” he demanded.
When I didn’t, he took his hand away from my body. The sadness I felt almost instantly was too great and I groaned forlornly. My pussy throbbed, demanding his touch once more. My skin burned and my core pulsed with desire, making it difficult to think.
“Please,” I begged. I no longer knew what I was begging for. I wanted this. I didn’t. I wanted a man to touch me and bring me pleasure. I was so fucking confused.
“Now, Kassandra,” he said firmly.
I forced myself to turn my head back to him, and he rewarded my obedience by returning his hand back to my traitorous pussy, rolling my clit with his fingers over and over again.
“Fuck, please,” I pleaded.
“You will come when I give you permission,” he scolded, and I sighed plaintively. My body was humming with pleasure and I could no longer fight it. Every ounce of desire was demanding my attention, wanting to be released.
He rolled my clit once more and the arousal that followed was electric. Every inch of my body felt like it was on fire. From within, I felt feverish, my body heating to a level that I was sure would cause me to combust. Sure, I’d been with men before, but never in my life had my body reacted this strongly to any one of them.
Markos was something different entirely.
I moaned again, and he sighed contentedly, his mouth turning up in the slightest of smiles.
“I don’t want this,” I said breathily.
“Yes, you do, little warrior. You need me to claim you. You need this from me and I aim to give it to you. I’m going to give you everything. I’m going to give you the world,” he answered.
Maybe he was right. Here I was, fighting against everything, including my own body when maybe I was meant to give in.
Hot pleasure sliced through my limbs as he teased me, edging me closer and closer to orgasm, but stopping just before I reached my peak. Over and over he did this, and I was forced to experience the rise and fall of my arousal again and again. Soon, my skin was humming with passionate desire, every inch of my flesh on fire with it.
I was finding it hard to breathe, the feeling was so heady.
Again, he teased me and again he stopped, just when I was on the cusp of my release. I mewled with dissatisfaction, and then, my body betrayed me completely. My hips rolled toward him, trying to keep connection with his finger, but still, it was no use.
He was only going to let me come when he decided I’d earned it.