“No, sir,” I confessed.
The breeze lifted several strands of my hair and swirled them around my face. He didn’t answer right away, and I stood there, feeling a bit flustered and more than a little nervous.
“I didn’t. I wanted it to be you,” I added.
When he smiled, I felt more at ease. His eyes were still stormy with darkness, though.
“You made me wait, didn’t you, my naughty angel?”
“Yes, sir.” I blushed even harder. I couldn’t seem to keep myself still. I watched him with wary excitement as he strode over to one of the couches at the center of the balcony. He sat back with his arms on the top of the couch.
“If you want to earn the privilege of my cock, angel, you’re going to have to put on a show for me,” he commanded. “Open your robe.”
I looked out beyond him. There was no one in sight, but the possibility that someone might see became instantly overwhelming. My body thrummed with need, and I tentatively reached for the tie at my waist. He watched me with extreme interest and for some reason that made me feel even braver than I ever thought I’d be.
I untied the bathrobe. The ends of the belt slipped free from my fingers, and he watched them swing briefly before glancing back up to my face. His expression was controlled, but only barely. His restraint was tenuous at best.
I wasn’t the only one that wanted a fucking.
He wanted it too and that only seemed to make my growing boldness that much stronger. I slid my fingers along the edges of my robe, prolonging my exposure a little to tease him. He shifted on the couch, and I glanced down, noticing that there was already a very distinct bulge in his slacks. He was hard.
Forme.
My pussy tightened reflexively, and I finally pulled back the robe. I didn’t rush it. I bared my body inch by inch. My nipples were fully erect by the time I exposed them to the open air.
“Let it fall to the floor. I want to see all of you.”
My legs nearly gave way from beneath me. My heart rate spiraled out of control and nothing I could do or think of would slow it down. His expression had turned positively ravenous, and I stared back at him, hoping that maybe if I did as he asked that he would finally give me what I needed.
With a shaky breath, I pushed the robe back and listened for the soft rustle as it landed on the balcony floor behind me. My nipples pebbled and I was exceedingly aware of the dampness along my thighs. Could he see it?
There was maybe six feet between us, enough distance that he couldn’t reach out and grab me, but near enough that he could close that gap with just a few steps.
That made it feel more dangerous, but incredibly arousing at the same time.
His eyes feasted on my naked form like he couldn’t get enough of me. I liked that. I worried my bottom lip for a moment before he lifted his chin. The line of his jaw tensed, as if he’d decided on something, but I didn’t know what.
“Reach down and touch that needy little clit. You will come for me, right here, right now. If you’re a very good girl, I’ll take you inside and give you every inch of my cock. If not, you’ll be kneeling with a bright red and very sore bottom so that I can come on that pretty face,” he demanded.
I stood there in a fit of shock. I opened and closed my mouth.
“Sir?”
“You heard me, angel. You will put on a show for me if you want to earn your fucking.”
“But… I…”
“Do I need to take off my belt?”
“No, sir,” I answered quickly. The breeze picked up my hair and whipped it around my face.
“Come for me, angel,” he coaxed.
I whimpered quietly, looking out behind him.
“I know someone might see, but I think that’s making your little pussy even wetter, isn’t it?”
“Sir,” I blushed, but I knew he was right. I hated to admit it but having to expose myself to his driver had excited me and even now, I was so much needier than I had anticipated.