The man reaches under my behind and props me up, raising my sex, and next thing I know, even though my legs are tightly bound together by the panty around my thighs, he swipes his tongue through my slit, parting it and opening me to a new world, one I think I will never be able to leave.
And oh my god, it’s wonderful. I thought his attentions on the outside of my panties were incredible, but his tongue on my bare flesh is heavenly. My breath is coming hard, and while I’m trying to remain silent, there is just no hiding my reaction.
With his face buried in my sex, I lift my head the slightest bit and gaze down, hoping I won’t be caught. He is moving his head only a small amount, just enough to let his tongue reach as far as it can between my lips, constrained as I am by my bound thighs. In his hands are fistfuls of my lace dress, and he is groaning quietly.
He zeroes in on my bud, the one I focus on when I am in bed at night. Placing his lips around my clit, he creates a suction that has me arching up off the bed, throwing my head back, and emitting a cry I’ve never heard myself make.
I don’t care what role I’m supposed to be playing, but I’m neither dead nor asleep and if the man doesn’t like it, well, that’s too bad. There’s no pretending he isn’t tormenting me, and there’s no stopping my reaction to him. The tickle starts with his tongue and from there ignites like a flame in gasoline, reaching the ends of my fingers and toes in seconds, exploding out of my every pore.
“That’s it, Lu, c’mon, baby,” he says over my cries.
If he wasn’t tantalizing me for so long, I might have been able to control myself, but there’s no turning back now. I am coming.
And coming. And coming.
I wanthimand I wantmore. Is that so bad? Would God have made this feel so good if he didn’t want us to do it? I hold my breath and wait for an answer, but the only one that comes is another orgasm, merciless and wild.
He slowly winds down, following my lead, and as he does, he pulls my panties back up and my dress back down to my ankles.
I’m still panting a little, not at all sure what he’s going to do next, or what I’m supposed to do, but it’s too hard to care at the moment.
I needn’t have worried anyway.
He slowly lifts the veil from my face, peeling it off and placing it on the bed. I open my eyes to see him because at this point, I don’t care anymore, I have to see the man who made me feel like he did.
And he’s beautiful. Intense, narrow eyes, a long straight nose, and thin lips forming the slightest smile all take my breath away. His hair is mussed, sticking up in a few places, and I so want to run my fingers through it to straighten it out.
I don’t.
I’m still learning the ins and outs of my work here at Club Sin, and can afford to take no chances. I don’t want to lose my ticket to a better life, and I especially want to make sure that if I’m going to be a sinner, I am a damn good one.
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CHAPTERSEVEN
LUCI
“Hello, Lucinda? This is your mother.”
While I have a cheap flip phone, it does display the name of my callers, as long as I have them entered into my contacts.
“Hi, Mom. I know it’s you, ya know.”
She laughs in a polite, obligatory sort of way. “Oh right, honey. I keep forgetting that.”
I steer my piece of crap car away from the coffee shop where Charleigh and I were studying, a place equidistant from each of our homes, about forty-five minutes in each direction. I wish we lived closer. But our solution, when we study together, is to split the distance.
“How are things…there, Lucinda?” Mom asks.
She still won’t even say it.
“Mom, it’s called Chicago. It’s a major US city. It won’t hurt you to say it.”
Whoa. That’s a little saltier than I usually am with her. I brace myself for a scolding. I might be an adult, but I still get the occasional telling off from her. But she just sighs, no doubt saving her wherewithal for something to come.
I wait for it.
“I was just calling to say hello, Lucinda…” Mom says, babbling on about local gossip like who wore what to church, and how the divorced woman down the street seems to have a lot of gentleman callers.