Page 78 of Seeds of Malice

She takes a shaky breath.

Fucking A.

I've had blue balls since she left my house. Hell, I've had them since the moment I first laid eyes on her. There's been no relief since Cindy got me off that last time. And that was only because I was thinking of Ivy.

Her little naive expressions are making my situation worse. I'm obsessed with her. The only thing diverting me from focusing on my hard dick is the high I have from figuring out how to get her dad out of town for a week and for her to stay.

Her blush deepens. She whispers, "Yeah."

"This is what you do to me. Now, don't ask questions. Be a good little whore. Turn around and put your hands on the glass."

She takes a deep breath and slowly obeys, putting her hands on the mirror.

I take my foot and move her feet wider. Then I instruct, "Good slut. Now, step back and slowly move your hands to your ankles."

She gives me a nervous glance in the mirror.

I murmur, "Sorry. I forgot you're not as experienced as the other girls around here. Forget about this."

"What? N-no! T-tell me again to do it," she stutters.

Endorphins flood through me. It won't be hard manipulating her to do things by reminding her she's not like the other girls.

I say louder, "Take a step back. Move your hands slowly to your ankles."

Her fingers tremble. She slowly slides them down the front of her thighs.

I make a note to take her for a manicure. The hot pink polish isn't doing it for me.

I need her in whore red.

She stops when she gets to her ankles.

"That's my good slut. Now, wrap your fingers around your ankles and stick your sexy ass higher in the air," I instruct.

Her eyes once again meet mine in the glass.

I crouch down and stroke the back of her thighs, muttering, "Too much for you?"

Determination fills her gaze. She shakes her head, then grips her ankles.

Giddiness fills me. I take my fingers and slowly trail them up the back of her legs.

She shivers.

I put my face near her ass, deeply inhale, and groan. "Fuuuck, you little cunt. Your ass smells as good as your pussy."

She bites on her lip, confusion mixing with need.

I've seen it before in others. She's into this, she just doesn't know it, which only elates me further.

It's always better when I don't have to totally convince a girl to like what I want her to do.

Her words come out nervous when she says, "Wh-what are you doing, Dax?"

"I'm smelling what's mine," I say just as loud as before.

She stays quiet, but her breath turns ragged. A slight fog forms on the mirror.

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