Page 15 of Twisted Little Thing

I want to protest – instead I let him pull me closer and grant me another one of his divine kisses. How is it possible that he still tastes so good? So fresh and sweet.

"Let me look at you," he says as our kiss ends.

I hesitate, but don't interfere when he reaches down to the belt of my robe and releases the loose knot I just fastened.

Slowly and very carefully, he opens the robe and places his hands on my hip bones. I am completely naked but do not feel exposed at all.

Until he moves his hands up to my shoulders to attentively remove the robe. It falls down to the floor, circling my ankles – and my heart jumps with excitement.

He hums in approval as his eyes and hands wander along my body, inspecting and worshipping every inch. I have always been satisfied with my slim frame, but never thought of myself as sexy or beautiful. If anything, my figure is a little too androgynous for my own taste, with narrow hips, no remarkably feminine waist, and rather small breasts. They suit my overall frame, but could be a bit bigger, if it was up to me. Especially because my ass does not follow the rules and is disproportionately big in contrast to the rest of my body.

But all that doesn't matter now as his eyes rove shamelessly over my body. His face shows nothing but affection and hunger for me. He is taking in every little detail of my body – and he seems to savor every bit of it. His adoration is a true boost for my ego.

"You are divine," he whispers. "What a perfect beauty you are."

"Thank you, Sir," I breathe.

My voice is about to leave me once again. My words are spoken in such a hoarse and low tone that even I am not completely sure if I actually said them.

He places his hands on my hips again, but only for a short moment before one of them moves further. I flinch and look down as I realize where he is headed.

"Look at me!" he hisses.

I do as I am told and reciprocate his intense gaze, all the while his hand moving further. His hand gently caresses my mound for a few moments before he finally reaches his destination.

I moan when he reaches my center. His motions are careful and slow, not invasive at all, even though we are still strangers – and I am completely naked and he is still fully dressed. I breathe heavily as he goes a step further and gently spreads my folds with two fingers while a third one glides in between.

His touch is electric and sends shocks of lust coursing through my entire body. I feel the urge to look away and close my eyes in shame, but he keeps me fixated, trapped with his gorgeous dark eyes that demand my attention.

"What a good girl you are," he murmurs. "So wet and ready for me. And we haven't even started yet."

I blush. Yet, pride joins my embarrassment, as I am still looking at him, withstanding his gaze – and craving his incredibly skillful touch.

Suddenly, he removes his hands and takes a step back. I sigh with longing and disappointment, but I don't say a word. Instead, I look up to him, waiting for his next move.

"Get down," he orders in a steely voice. "On your knees, sit on your heels."

"Yes, Sir," I purr and comply.

"Place your hands on your knees, palms up," he adds as I am kneeling in front of him. "And lower your head."

I do as I am told and add another "Yes, Sir" as soon as I am positioned the way he wants me. This is so odd, so thrilling. I’ve never done anything like this before, obeying like a puppy. But with him, it just feels natural. It pleases me more to obey him than to fight his commands.

"Good girl," he praises. "Stay like this until I tell you otherwise."

"Yes, Sir."

He walks past me and heads for the bathroom.

And then I stay in position and wait.

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