Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 28

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He unlocks the door and nods me through. As soon as we are inside, he pulls me tight to him, looking at me with eyes of pure sin.

“I want you naked,” he says. “I’ll get wine. You go through to the bedroom. I’ll be with you in a couple of minutes.” Then, he pushes me towards the bedroom door.

In the bedroom, I dim the lights and, undressing, lay my clothes carefully on a chair. Taking a few moments to brush my hair and check my makeup, I stretch out on the bed, waiting for my Lover.

He joins me a minute or so later, bottle and glasses in hand, pausing at the door to let his eyes travel my body, his gaze admiring.

He pours two glasses, passing one to me.

“You look beautiful,” he says. “and I’m going to enjoy taking you at my leisure.”

My pussy is melting and I think he sees the quiver that runs through me. “Turn over,” he says. “I want you on all fours this time.”

He’s doing it to me again…. with his words….

He sits beside me on the bed, still fully clothed, me naked, on hands and knees. “You look lovely, Kirstie. I like seeing you like this, naked for me….” his hand presses between my shoulder blades. “…. but I would like you a little lower. Rest your head on the bed with your face towards me.”

The pressure on my back increases. It’s not rough or painful, but inexorable, irresistible. “That’s it,” he says. “Head down…. Now….”

His hand grazes over my buttocks and down the back of my thighs. “…. part your knees a little further. I want to be able to easily reach what is mine.”

“Yours?”

Yes, yours….

“Yes, mine….” His hand cups my sex, the pads of his fingers resting over my clit. “This is mine. You understand me?”

A shudder runs through me. I should resent this. When we met, I was clear that I wanted no suggestion that we were more than casual, but…. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Damn the man….

But I can’t argue with what my body is telling me, and my body wants him. The warmth of his palm over my flesh is already sending my core temperature rising. Somehow, he imprints himself on me until all I want is his cock on some tender, aching spot inside me.

“Your safe words, Kirstie? Redbreast and Ravens?”

“Yes.”

A hand swipes across my butt, hard enough to sting. I gasp and my pussy spasms.

“I don’t want to cause you too much pain, Kirstie, but I do want to explore your limits some more.… You’re getting very wet, you know,” he says. “I can see your pussy swelling and opening for me.”

Fingers dip inside me, to be withdrawn again as he reaches around to offer them to my lips. “Taste yourself, Kirstie. That’s what I’ll be tasting when I’m ready and I decide to tongue you to climax.”

My pussy pulses again, welling hot fluids which trickle down inside my thighs. I hear his sigh of satisfaction. “Yes, that’s it. That’s what I want; your arousal. Do you want me inside you, Kirstie?”

My breath is growing short. “Yes, I do.”

“Mmmm… in a while, perhaps. For now….” The hand returns to my ass, settling over my dripping labia and once more dipping inside. This time it feels different….

Was that his thumb?

Fingers press into my pussy; first one, then two…. I lose count, but I’m being stretched open. At the same moment, there is pressure at my rear entrance and I am penetrated by his thumb which flexes and bends inside me.

I’m moaning wildly. The fingers crook, pressing against my inner walls and a fresh gush of wet heat surges from me. Climax is rising in me, stirring in my deeps, and I know that it is not going to take long.

The way he gets inside me…. Inside my head….

The tension rises and my hips judder. And as the tormenting/arousing/exploring fingers and thumb play their melody over flesh, my orgasm blooms and swells….

And ceases….

The fingers withdraw, Ryan’s hand simply resting on my sex, leaving me panting and trembling in the wake of my curtailed climax.

“Jeez…. Don’t stop. You can’t do that to me….”

“I can, Kirstie,” he says calmly. “I think I can do whatever I want with you.”

Whimpering, vibrating with the desire for climax, I say nothing.

“Do you want to come, Kirstie?” I nod, my face still pressed against the sheets.

“I thought so. I’ll let you come in a while if you ask me nicely.”

“Please, let me come….”

“Mmmm…. you want me to give you an orgasm…. like this?” Fingertips play over my swollen clit. Hypersensitive now, I groan as he plays with the quivering nub. Slick and wet with my own juices, his skin slips over mine, sending pleasure rippling through me. Almost immediately, my climax rises again and I arch and strain, shuddering against the welling pressure inside me.

And as I hover, brinking on my climax, once more, the fingers withdraw. and this time, there is a Slap! against my buttocks. I yelp against the sting. It’s not truly painful, but contrasting sharply with my sizzling rise to climax, it sends shockwaves vibrating through me.

Oh, God….

“Ryan, please. Let me come. I need to come.”

“I told you, Kirstie. You have to ask me nicely.”

“Please, Ryan. Please let me come.”

“You have to ask the right way….”

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“Ryan…. please….”

“That’s not the right way….” Once more, the thumb works into my ass, and fingers work inside my liquefying cunt. I want to dissolve. I want to wail and howl as, inexorably, cascading waves of sensation

throb and pulse through me, building, heightening and....

…. cease….

“Ryan, please… please let me come….”

“You have to ask the right way, and then I’ll let you come.”

Should I give my safe word?

No….

“Please….”

“That’s not it.”

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Ahhh….

“Please, I need to come…. Master….”