Page 65 of Plaything

“My looking at you is inexorable, Darling. So whatever you’re planning on doing, you’d better do it before I invite your other professors in to look at you.”

She looked stunned for several seconds after I explained my intentions. As fun as it was to make her blush and tease her, I was being truthful. Nudity should be the last of her concerns. If she was serious about being in this relationship with us, her body wouldn’t be the most vulnerable part of her that we got to see.

There was a strange gleam in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. Finding her confidence, she inched her way closer to the bed. I tried not to let my eagerness show as one of her long legs lifted and swung over my torso. She pulled her other leg onto the bed, straddling me.

I could tell this quickly became a competition. We both knew that she was not actually the one in control here, but we were both pretending. She was trying so hard to play her role correctly. I would push her in the right direction, and she would pretend her actions were her doing and not my instruction.

The softness of her ass and the heat of her pussy against my hard dick made me want to grip her hips and make her grind against me. In fact, the only thing stopping me was my curiosity. I wanted to know what she decided to do on her own.

Odette smiled down at me, “How do I look from this angle?” She flirted.

Taking her words as an invitation to check her out, I let my eyes divulge in the beauty that was Odette. Her hair was loose, falling in gentle waves down to her waist. Her face had a youthful glow to it, showing her excitement more than she knew. Her torso was elongated, a gentle line running down the middle of her stomach that I’d never noticed before. She was an athlete, and her body was proof. Her breasts looked amazing, and the sheer fabric of her shirt showcased them in a way that a museum does art. As my gaze traveled lower, her thighs captured all my attention. They were spread, resting on either side of my hips. Where her thighs connected, left a thin piece of fabric to cover her pussy.

She was more than tempting; she was exhilarating, alluring, and irrevocably bewitching.

The charcoal skeleton was no longer my favorite work of art.

By the time my gaze met with hers, I could tell that my stare had its very own effect on her. Her lips were slightly parted, and I could feel her heartbeat pounding against my dick. And she wanted to pretend and claim that she didn’t like me looking at her.

A million different phrases came to mind when I thought about how to answer her question. But the only one I dare say aloud was, “Like my own personal art project.” A blank canvas that’d been sitting dormant for years, waiting for the right artists. I would paint her blush, like her cheeks. Black, like her hair that was begging to have a fist in it. Shades of purple for the bruises I wanted to leave on her skin. Crimson for any blood that I would spill from her delicate skin. And blue, for the tears of pleasure I wanted her to cry.

She wouldn’t be wearing that bashful smile if she only knew what my seemingly sweet words meant.

As if genuinely pleased by my words, she shook her head while trying to hide a smile before leaning down. Her face and deliciously tempting lips were millimeters from mine. She hovered over me, making me crave her lips against mine again. She tasted like pure passion, and I’d been deprived.

Keeping myself from breaking out of her pathetic restraints, I clenched my fists. I wanted to grab her face and smash her lips against mine, this time with no intent of stopping.

Finally, she ended my eternity of torture and granted me the smallest kiss. She barely brushed her lips against mine, once again reminding me of the chokehold I was trying to fight. She could have me so easily, but that wasn’t something I wanted her to know... Not yet.

Odette was a virgin temptress. Seduction came naturally, and she wore it like a shield to her emotions. Somehow, she knew exactly what she was doing without trying.

To my dismay, the combination of her lips against mine and her pussy pressing against my dick with only our shorts to separate us, I was beginning to struggle. She’d been in this room for fifteen minutes, and all I’d gotten from her were two small kisses. Maybe she did have a plan, and perhaps that plan involved edging.

I didn’t want to give her too much credit. After all, if I hadn’t pushed her, she would probably still be downstairs eating dinner.

She took a small breath, my only warning before she fully pressed her pillow lips against mine. I fought back a moan as she parted her lips for me almost instantly. “That’s a good girl,” I whispered, gently sliding my tongue past her lips.

She reacted instantly, moving her tongue against mine. Her hips gently rocked, making my dick twitch against her. So close, yet so far. Not having my hands to touch her was torture, whether she planned it or not.

She wrapped her lips around my tongue and sucked it, continuing to grind down on me. A deep hum of satisfaction rippled through my throat as she moved.

Something soft covered my eyes, and her lips slowly separated from mine. I was confused for a split second before I opened my eyes. The little minx had covered my eyes with an extra piece of silk. “I agreed to be tied up, not to be blindfolded,” I smirked, knowing something she didn’t.

She meant to disservice my eyes by robbing them of her sight. However, silk was exceedingly sheer. Through her makeshift blindfold, I could see her clearly as day.

Now, the fun begins.

She smiled smugly as she looked at me, seemingly happy with herself that she’d ‘caught me off guard.’ “Use your imagination,” she giggled.

“That’ll hardly be necessary,” I said honestly.

This may have been better than having no blindfold. My only goal for tonight was to see her raw, desperate, and doing whatever she wanted. If she had been shy and didn’t want me looking at her, she may have held back.

She didn’t know I could see her, which worked entirely to my advantage.

Her eyes fell between us as she moved to sit on my thighs. Her bottom lip was between her teeth again as she looked at the imprint of my dick straining against my shorts.

Odette looked entirely intrigued by it, which amused me. She looked up at me through her lashes before looking down again. Lifting her hand, she looked like she was going to grab me, and I mentally prepared for the contact of her hand around me.

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