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“May I excuse myself for a moment?” I asked and shifted in my seat, ready to stand up whenever I was given the permission to do so.
“Are you unable to wait for a bit? We’re in the middle of our supper, it’s quite unsuitable for you to leave as of now,” my mother reprimanded me and raised her brows.
I bit my inner cheek hard, guilt overcoming me due to my selfish behavior. She was right, it was ineligible manner – but I just needed to leave, I had no choice.
With a sigh, I spoke anew, “Mother, I’m not feeling too well. I’m sick to my stomach, perhaps I’ve caught the flu,”
Those were the magic words needed to walk off and so I did, lifting the hem of my dress to not accidentally step on it while making my way to the closest bathroom. It wasn’t long until the door that I had just closed opened again and I lowered my gaze to catch a glimpse of the prettiest of hands, then looked directly into the face of my lover as she strutted through the doorstep gracefully, swiftly locking us inside the rather small room and facing me. I opened my mouth to say something, but my words got stuck in my throat when she approached me, laying her slender hands on both sides of my waist.
“I told them I would check up on you,” she murmured an explanation into my ear before nibbling on the lobe ever so softly. A series of intimate kisses met my neck as her lips hailed down on my pale skin and the unmannerly touches made my lips part. I grabbed the silky fabric of the torso piece of her garment and tugged on it, each and every of her moves sending sparks through my whole body right between my legs.
One of her hands slid down to my hip and grabbed it, pulling me in closer and whispering against my neck, “We don’t have a lot of time, my dear. Unless you want to announce your illness and have me take care of you in your bedroom, of course,”
I shook my head no and tightened my grip on her clothes. Under no circumstances I would lie to my family again and go as far as faking an illness that needs to be taken seriously. Behaving unwell wasn’t one of my greatest strengths and certainly not something I wanted to act out on.
“No? My love wants me to please her right here, right now?”
The more she talked and tugged on my dress, the harder it was for me to stay persistent. If she had started teasing me, I would’ve changed my mind in an instant – maybe my need to feel her was just a tiny bit bigger than my will to be good.
“Please, dear, touch me,” I brought out and she lifted her head, giving me a suggestive look before our lips came crashing together. She pushed me against the wall and I was just able to stop a whimper from coming out of my mouth, breathing harder instead. Her fingers lifted the skirt of my dress and I used one of my hands to help her hold up the vast amount of fabric that was now between us. I felt her touch on my thigh and melted like warm butter, struggling to kiss back when she caressed my skin and bit my bottom lip.
It was only a thin layer of textile that was separating my crotch and her fingertips as she rubbed there, my breath growing even more erratic. I knew I was wet by now; it didn’t take much to get me there, especially when it was her who was touching me. It wasn’t like anyone else ever did, but I just imagined for a fact that she was the only one I would want to do these sinful things with forever.
She broke the kiss and I was certain that she could read my thoughts because a second after, she mumbled under her breath, “You’re mine, yes? Only mine, forever,”
I nodded hastily and bucked my hips forward, leaning my head back against the wall. My cheeks were burning and I felt her movements speed up, drawing a sharp inhale from me. “Please, properly,” I uttered in embarrassment, my voice unstable.
Our lips met a second time and my thought of nothing possibly being more passionate than the first kiss was proven wrong as her tongue played with mine, her hand slipping inside my undergarments. She sighed into the kiss when her fingertips dipped into the wet mess and my face turned redder in both shame and arousal.
We were so into it, getting lost in the moment but being torn back into reality when a knock on the door caught us off-guard. I could only pray that it was locked – my memory was hazy and it felt like a veil was covering everything, making it impossible for me to think about anything other than my lover, whose lips were now pulled away from mine.
“Is everything alright in there? Do you perhaps rather want to rest in your bed now?” I heard my mother’s voice and cleared my throat quickly. “I might, I truly am feeling sick right now. But being accompanied makes me feel a little better already!” I yelled through the door and held my breath, waiting for a response. My lover was frozen in her movement and I could make out a look of amusement in her eyes when she heard my reply.
“Alright, sweetheart. Please be quick to hop under your blankets, otherwise you will become even more ill,” my mother spoke and I only started breathing again when I heard her footsteps as she walked back to the dining room.
I grabbed the wrist of the ethereally beautiful woman in front of me and made her break contact with my body. “So? Let’s go, shall we?” I announced and attempted to fix my hair, turning my gaze away from her.
“My dear, you look a mess. All red with glowing cheeks, you seem like you’ve caught yourself a fever,” she chuckled and washed her hands before planting a peck on my cheek, “I might devour you now, you’re scrumptious,”
I shook my head at her silly words and straightened my dress, trying to ignore the ache between my legs. “We shall just leave now, you’re being a goofball,”
She smiled innocently and turned me around, pressing her forehead against mine and wrapping her slim fingers that were still wet from washing them around my throat, squeezing it lightly. The dominance she had over me was making my mind fuzzy and arousal pooled in my gut as if there wasn’t enough of it already.
“I can also act like this if you want me to, love. Just speak up,” she said calmly and looked me deep in the eye with her piercing stare. It almost gave me goosebumps and I opened my mouth, but just like a few minutes ago, nothing came out as I was far too intimidated to dare to talk.
“Nothing you want to tell me? Aren’t you a little bit stupid, pretending to be well-behaved but acting like a dumb whore now, even forgetting how to talk?”
The harsh, degrading words painted my cheeks pink in humiliation and never in a thousand years would I have admitted that this was the most attractive thing she could’ve done to me. I let out a barely audible whimper and tried to kiss her, but she shushed me and moved her head back.
“Nu-uh, no kiss yet. Not until you talk to me, toy.”
Toy?
“What do you want me to say?” I managed to bring out.
“I need your opinion, dear. Do you agree? Do you also think you’re a stupid little whore?” she said and gave me a disgusted look that set something inside me on fire,
“N-No, of course not! You’re disrespectfu-,” I didn’t get to finish the sentence because she cut me off with a slap across my face. I wasn’t sure if the shock or the heat that shot through my body was bigger.
“Excuse me for asking, but when did I mention I respect you? You’re acting all correct and good, but please, anyone can see what a slut you are for me,”
“W-What?” I stuttered, eyes wide open in disbelief.
“Do you agree on what I said before or not?”
I nibbled on my lip and nodded slowly, squirming as she kept her grip on my neck, tightening it. “Good girl.”
I couldn’t stop a moan from coming out and covered my mouth only for her to pull my hand away and kiss me harshly a second after. She was quick to lift my dress and make her way to my wetness again, stuffing two fingers inside me without any warning and I bit her lip, softly whining when she thrusted them inside me fast. The loud wet noises let me know that I must’ve been dripping and I ground against the palm of her hand desperately, my juices turning everything slippery. I loved that feeling, loved having her fingers inside me, as sinful as that sounded. Maybe she was right, and I was nothing but a little toy for her – at least the thought of that made me feel ways I’ve never felt before.
No part of me wanted this to stop, however it did when she decided that it truly was time for us to go to my room; I was sure that she only decided that to tease me, to see me in despair and embarrass me.
Luckily, no one crossed our path when we left the bathroom eventually and we soon were locked in the next room, the tension between us unbearable. We shared plenty of hungry kisses before she finally started undressing me, freeing me from my uncomfortable dress and giving my breasts a tender squeeze when the cold air hit them, nipples stiffening. Lowering her head, her lips traced over my skin delicately before she started sucking, leaving a small, purplish love bite on my chest.
We hurried and got on my bed whilst kissing anew, tongues sliding across one another and her free hand roamed over my torso as she held herself up on top of me. I was entirely naked whereas she was fully clothed and that only added to our power imbalance, but I loved it with all my heart. I enjoyed feeling weak beneath her, being pushed into the mattress and toyed with.
My back arched when three of her digits slid knuckles deep inside me, stretching me out to a point where it almost hurt. Her fingers were very long and very pretty, just perfect for hitting all the sensitive spots that made me feel good and it seemed like she exactly knew what she was doing at all times. We usually didn’t have time for sinning like this as our forbidden love needed to be hidden and she couldn’t spend all day with me, however whenever we were together, it was almost like only the two of us existed. I wasn’t her first but she was mine and that fact only added to my attraction, for some reason.
“More, please, I need more,” I moaned as quietly as I could, covering my mouth with the back of my hand when she angled up and pushed her fingers even deeper, as deep as they could go, all while looking at me with a gaze drenched in pure lust. “Greedy toy,” she purred and I squeezed my eyes shut tight. This word, I didn’t know why this word affected me so much. It was so dehumanizing, I loved it, wanted to serve her and only her as whatever she wanted me to be.
My legs turned all shaky when she rubbed that one particular spot that let me see heaven and my hand did a poor job at muffling my moans, but I couldn’t help it.
“Be quiet, dear, we can’t get caught,” she reminded me gently and I nodded hastily, being unable to really do something about it, though. Especially since I felt a familiar feeling in my gut, a feeling that only she could give me, like an approaching explosion.
I dug my teeth into my skin when I reached the climax of the feeling and it struck me like lightening; I couldn’t even make a sound and my whole body was trembling. She didn’t stop, only slowed down a bit, but the pleasure got turned into a kind of stinging pain so I pushed her hand away from down there while whining silently.