Page 37 of Twisted Little Thing

But this exposure is different. I can feel myself tense up as I unfasten my bra and free my breasts in front of him. I am almost offended when he shows no reaction.

I take a deep breath as I reach for the last piece of clothing, my black panties. I slide my thumbs underneath the waistband on each side and slowly ease them down while my eyes are obediently fixed on his.

Done.

My clothes lay pooled in a little pile next to me as I stand naked and exposed and he scans my entire body with his hungry eyes.

"Beautiful," he murmurs. "You have no reason to be nervous or tense, Nicky. No reason to feel ashamed about this perfect body. You are one of a kind."

One of a kind? Did he say that to reassure me that I am enough, that I am not here only as a reminder of his ex-girlfriend? Or is he being sincere and building on all the charming things he said during our first night together?

Either way, his words humble me and make me feel special.

"Don't move," he instructs as he gets up from the bed and steps forward until he is standing directly in front of me.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asks, his eyes filtered with honest concern.

I cast him a shy smile. "Yes, Sir."

"Let's see if you really are," he utters, shifting his right hand between my legs.

I flinch as his warm fingers brush the skin between my thighs. I am so tense and consumed by a unique kind of arousal that even the slightest touch feels like an electrical current.

A faint moan escapes my lips when his hand moves further upwards, soon arriving at my hot center.

"Spread your legs," he orders.

"Yes, Sir," I breathe, still keeping eye contact.

"Good girl," he murmurs, smiling at me with approval.

His fingers wander further, soon reaching my folds and gently spreading them apart. He lets one finger slide between them and grins as he finds what he has been looking for.

"Oh, you really are a good girl for me," he says as his finger explores my wetness.

I stare up at him. My breathing accelerates and changes into erratic gasps as he continues to navigate the most sensitive area between my legs. I instinctively lean in further, yearning for body contact with him, but he shakes his head.

"Don't move," he repeats.

"Yes, Sir," I reply, biting my lower lip as I fight to withstand the urge of touching him, getting closer to him. The tension is almost unbearable – and his fingers only discover more and more to play with. He lets one of them slide inside me. Then two.

I squirm and moan as he starts fucking me with two fingers while I remain standing in the middle of the room – completely naked while he hasn't taken off a single piece of clothing.

He leans in closer to me, planting a kiss on my right cheek before he starts whispering in my ear.

"I am not going to fuck you today," he says. "But I am going to make you come. On my command. Don't you dare come a second earlier than I tell you. Understand?"

I hastily nod. "Yes, Sir."

To be told that he is not going to fuck me tonight feels like a punishment right now – while his hands are working magic between my legs.

He bends them inside me, pushing against my mound from the inside while he presses his thumb against my clit and gently starts to massage it.

I groan and squirm when he finds that sweet spot shortly behind my entrance. My eyes roll back into my head while he is having his way with me, torturing my nerves with penetration and a kind of stimulation that would be too strong under normal circumstances, but feels divine in my current state of arousal.

I am panting and blinking dizzily when he removes his hand, holding me up at the shoulder so I don't fall over.

"Good girl," he whispers. "I love how responsive you are – and how well you can pull yourself together."

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