Page 54 of Sins and Secrets

My eyes feel like they might pop out of their sockets. “What?”

He repeats, slower this time, “When you are trying to get yourself off, what are you thinking about.”

I bite my lower lip, considering what to say. “But, why?”

“Because I want to know. And you’re going to touch yourself while you tell me.” He shifts his shoulders into the plush back of the chair. There’s no hint he’s joking, only waiting for me to answer.

I’m not one hundred percent all in, and I’m embarrassed. What if he doesn’t like what I’m going to say? Or he thinks it’s weird?

Lukas’s face softens. “You’re lost in your head, again. Are you feeling self conscious?”

I nod.

“Words are hard, I understand, and this is personal. It’s a huge risk for you.” He starts to uncuff my ankles from the chair.

“No. I like this,” I protest, wiggling my ankle to make the chain jingle. My stupid insecurity monster pokes his head out of the back of my mind. “It’s just, what if it’s not what you’re into.”

He unfolds his hands and places them on my thighs. “Love, there’s nothing you can say that will make me run away.”

I guess I didn’t realize how open minded he could be. Or maybe everyone else is closed minded. I can’t pinpoint it right now. “All of it, or just the key points?”

“The whole thing.” His gaze never wavers. “When you’re comfortable, I want you to touch yourself, but over your panties. Understand?”

I nod and swallow, trying to get myself in the right headspace and formulate the images in my mind. “So, I’m standing, wearing a see-through slip dress. It’s silky and tight at the same time. It makes it a little hard to breathe because it’s constricting.”

“Are you alone, or are there people watching?” he asks, and it sort of blows my mind.

Normally, I’m in a white void and a bed pops up whenever I need it to, but I change the setting, and I instantly feel flush.

“There’s a glass window separating me from a crowd. There’s a bed in the center of the room and the carpeting is soft and fluffy. It’s probably a nightmare to clean, but who cares? I’m not the one cleaning it.” I watch the smirk form on the corners of his lips. Victory and a boost of confidence. “You’re standing in front of me, wearing jeans, like you are now, and I drop to my knees.”

He holds up his hand. Is he going to keep interrupting me? “Love, you don’t need to include me in your fantasy.”

I tilt my head, why is he being humble? “But that’s how it goes. The other guy switches around, but you’re always the one I think about.”

The change in his face is subtle, the smirk falls into something more honest, like everything bumped up a level. His expression darkens as he swallows, but his stare intensifies. “I’ll stay quiet then.”

“Thank you. Anyway, I unzip your fly, and you’re hard and ready for me. I suck your cock, and you grab my hair.” Now that I’ve had the experience in real life, it amplifies the excitement for me.

I start to rub my index and middle finger over the front of my panties. Lukas gives me a little nod of approval as I continue. “But from behind me there’s another man. He lifts my dress and rubs my ass softly while my lips and tongue work on you. Your groans turn me on. And the other man slides his fingers between my legs and touches me. He tells you how wet I am.”

In real life my fingers move faster, and the rest of my body feels like I’m on fire. Lukas watches me even more intently.

“The other guy starts to finger me, circling my clit with his thumb while he reaches around my body to play with my breast. Each one of my moans sends a shockwave toward you and it makes you groan in pleasure. You finally come, but spray on my dress across my breasts.”

While my right hand works my clit, my left hand starts to play with my breasts, squeezing them and tweaking my nipples. Lukas remains still, but he’s watching everything I do.

“Then you lift me and carry me to the bed. Both you and the other guy take turns going down on me. While one of you is licking my pussy and fingering me, the other is kissing me and focusing on all the other parts I like—my neck, my breasts, my mouth. Once one of you gets me off, you switch. The order doesn’t matter who goes first or second.”

In real life, the faster I move my fingers the more my clit throbs and pulses, but no relief is coming. I know what happens next in the fantasy, and my whole body ignites at once. Lukas has one hand on his cock, rubbing against his jeans, and it spurs me on.

“I climb on top of you and ride you. You keep telling me how beautiful I am, how much you want me, how I’m the only one who makes you feel this good. But the other guy gets lonely and comes up from behind. You and I move slower as he lubes his cock and takes me in the ass. The three of us move together, giving and taking as much as we can. I feel beautiful and adored as the three of us come within seconds of each other.”

My panties are getting wetter, but I’m not nearly close enough to come in real life. Mostly I’m getting frustrated and, with the fantasy over, I’m not sure what else to add. “Um, we all crawl into bed and snuggle and the people watching applaud.”

It’s a lifetime before Lukas finally speaks. “That was wonderful, love. I’m very proud of you.” Those words alone make my fingers move faster, but he reaches forward and grabs my wrist. “I’ll take it from here.” He moves my hands to my inner thighs and opens his top drawer. “I have two questions for you, if you’re ready to talk about them.”

I’m not, but my stomach drops when he takes out old school gonna-do-a-murder-then-make-a-quilt scissors.

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