Page 41 of Corrupt Game

“Very well.” I held my head up high and took a seat on the couch next to him.

The hairs on my arm stood up, as he brushed his hand down it, before reaching for the plate of food.

Each bite of food was accompanied by a caress. On my arm. Down my cheek. Along my leg where the sheet had gaped.

The last morsel of food was cleared from both plates.

I’d learned to sit still until he finished feeding me. Then he would eat his food before leaving.

Over the past few days of this never-ending nightmare, I honestly enjoyed having someone there to sit beside me. Even though it was still dark, his presence had created a semblance of companionability. The silence was nice because it came without any expectations from him.

His fork was placed on the coffee table with a light clank.

I expected him to get up to leave, but instead, he turned his body toward mine.

“Collette.” His voice was low, and even though we were sitting next to each other, I had to strain to hear his words.

“When you ask me, I’m going to start sliding my hands up and down your body to familiarize myself with how you feel.”

My hand flew to my mouth to cover the gasp that had almost escaped.

He couldn’t know that I was turned on by his words.

“Just light easy touches before I cover your mouth with mine. As I run my hands over you, I’ll let a finger pause long enough to tease your taunt nipples.”

I squeezed my legs together as said nipples puckered for him. He could probably smell my arousal.

“Then I’ll use my lips to follow the path that my hands have marked out until I end up with them latched around your luscious lower lips.” His voice sounded as if it were a sure thing.

My panties got wet as the images in my mind were spurred on by his voice, and I couldn’t wait for him to finish.

“Once your body is wet and ready, I’ll thrust inside you. I won’t be gentle because hard and fast is what a woman such as yourself needs. Your cries of pleasure will ring through the room as I bring you to a climax again and again. Each time will be more intense than the previous one.”

His breath was only inches from my face, and I could feel my body responding. Every inch of me was highly aware of every inch of him.

Why didn’t he just take me if he was so bent on describing it in detail?

We could have already been in the middle of the third orgasm by the time he finished talking about it.

I didn’t want to wait, I wanted him and his hard, thick cock inside me.

Today, now!

Turned on by the idea, I hadn’t realized that he’d stopped talking.

When my attention was back in place, and focused on him, he resumed.

“With your warm entrance welcoming me, I’ll reach up to wrap my hands around your large breasts. Squeezing them with each thrust as you scream for more.”

My hands flew to my breasts, and I found myself cupping them in a manner that I’d never tried before.

A soft ‘oh’ flew from my lips.

His words were so descriptive and made me feel as if he were already doing things to me.

“I’ll scoop you up as you wrap your arms around my neck to brace yourself. You can ride up and down on my cock as I carry you to the bed.”

I wasn’t sure that was even possible, but the dripping wet spot on the couch didn’t really care about the logistics. I just wanted more.

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