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He lets me go and sets his hands on the mattress between my legs. His face is so close to my pussy it’s unnerving. Obviously, when he said he wanted to watch, he meant up close and personal.

My hands are shaking as I lower them to my pussy. Holding my folds open and my hood back with one hand, I stroke my other fingers between my lips. I’m so wet it doesn’t take much to gather my arousal and spread it around my clit.

My pussy feels so strange without hair. Smooth. I think I like it. I’ve never tried this before, but I don’t expect it to be a problem. I’m more aroused than I usually am when I’m holding a vibrator.

I flick my clit over and over until I’m so close I can’t breathe.

“Look at me, Daphne. Look into my eyes while you finger yourself.”

I meet his gaze, my face flushing further. This is so intense. I can’t believe I’m doing it.

“Good girl. Do you usually come from clitoral stimulation alone? Or do you fuck your cunt also?”

He’s so vulgar. It makes me hot. It’s also hard to talk. I suspect he knows I was close to coming, and he decided to slow me down by questioning me. Bastard.

“Uh…” What was the question? Oh, yeah. “Just my clit, Sir.”

“Mmm.” It’s like I’m an experiment, and he’s collecting data.

I want to close my eyes and focus, but I’m worried about his wrath, so I don’t dare. I keep flicking my clit, faster now, harder, letting the euphoric sensation grow until I tip over the edge.

I cry out as I come, flattening my fingers against my swollen clit. My body jerks with the waves of my release. It feels so good. This was the most unconventional orgasm of my short orgasmic lifespan, but it was powerful because there’s a fucking energy around this man that makes the room sizzle with electricity.

I hope to God I’m not making the biggest mistake of my life.

Six

Silver

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Fuck. She’s amazing. It was difficult to keep my pants on while I watched her masturbate. I didn’t plan this. It just happened. She was so horny after I shaved her cunt that she needed the release, and I’m a giving sort of guy. I thought she’d earned it.

Now I need to give her the lay of the land, feed her, and then set some ground rules.

“Feel better?” I ask. I’m feeling cocky about granting her the release she just claimed. It was probably a good idea. It’s endeared her to me. I’ve shown her what a good guy I can be. Reasonable. Giving.

Hopefully, she’ll remember this in the coming hours and days when she finds out how hard-nosed I am and what I’m going to expect from her.

She nods, still catching her breath. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” I take a step back and point toward the clothes at the end of the bed. “Get dressed. I’ll show you around the house, and we’ll grab breakfast from the kitchen.”

She slowly pushes herself up, still reeling from her release. Her limbs are heavy. She’s really affected from her orgasm. I’ll need to remember that.

When she sees her own clothes sitting on the mattress, she glances at me. “You went through everything in my car?”

“Apparently, not everything,” I tease. “I didn’t find your vibrator. I’ll bring the rest in later.”

“I can unload my car,” she argues.

“Did I present that as an option?”

She pulls on her panties. “No, Sir,” she whispers.

“You will not argue with me. Ever. What I say goes. No discussion. No argument. If I want your input, I’ll ask for it. When I decide to give you choices, I’ll offer them.”

“Yes, Sir.” She pulls the straps of her bra over her shoulders next, but when she reaches around to her back, she keeps dropping the clasp. She’s shaking.