Page 106 of Taste of Addiction

“You are such a dirty little girl, aren’t you? My ideas for punishment are really your hope for pleasure.”

I shake my headnobut neither of us believes it. I lift up the long hem of my dress and peel down the red strip of fabric. Swimsuits cover more. I am happy to get them off, only because every move was causing tantalizing friction to my nether regions, just adding to my edginess.

“Sniff them,” he demands. “I want you to know how good you smell to me.”

I move the panties up to my nose and breathe in my scent. It is intoxicating to know that he finds me so desirable and that my body loves what he has to offer.

“Now go place them on the table beside your napkin.”

“But someone wi—”

“You want the video we make to have a different cameraman other than myself?”

I shake my head frantically.

“Then do as you are told. You aren’t in control. Quit trying to defy me. Unless your body really craves the punishment. Are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl tonight, sweetheart?”

I let the question mull around in my head, but not for long because Graham’s eyes are burning holes into my dwindling clothes. “A good girl.”

His smirk is playful. “Not sure that is possible.”

I turn on my heel and walk my panties over to my place setting. I let them fall from my hands onto my napkin, right as the worker opens the door and hands me my coat and handbag. “Thank you,” I mutter, not making eye contact with him. I know he is glancing at the panties that are sitting like a red stain on top of a solid white background.

I turn to move back to Graham with my head down but walk straight into him. His hands steady me at my hips, his fingers shooting electric pulses toward my limbs.

“Easy,” he whispers. “Just give in to my needs and your own desires will be fulfilled.”

One finger gets placed on my bottom lip and pulled downwards to open my mouth. He swoops in and the kiss makes me want to faint. He impedes my oxygen supply, and I feel lightheaded from his sudden intrusion. When he finally pulls back, I am gasping for air.

His fingers undo his belt and pants with ease—like he could do it one-handed if he tried. I swallow hard, knowing what is coming next. He moves to sit down in one of the chairs at the table. He spreads his legs and pulls his erect cock out, pumping it twice. Fuck, he looks like he hopped out of a porno—except there is no part of him that is cheesy or rehearsed.

The heat from the lamps coupled with my own simmering arousal keep me from turning into an ice sculpture. At least the man thought ahead. I should expect nothing less.

With the curl of his fingers and the subtle lick of his lips, he beckons me toward him and I comply. I have no choice. Not because I am being forced, but because I cannot help myself. The body wants what the body wants. No matter how many times in the past I have pushed him away, it is me that I hurt the most.

“Lift up your dress. Let me see what’s mine.” I start to turn toward the door, and his startling voice shakes me. “Eyes on me. Worry your mind with nothing but following my orders. Let my wishes halt all of your impulses.”

I bend at the waist and slowly pull up the bottom hem of my silk dress. The fabric glides over my thigh highs, and when I get to the exposed skin at the top of the lace, I shiver from the cool air whisking around at the top of the building. I stare down at his hardening cock as he pumps it a few times.

“Turn around and back your sweet ass up to me.”

“Graham—”

“Do it.”

I slowly move so my behind is to him, and I step a heel length backward. And then another. I hear the muffled sound of him spitting and then the feel of his hands on my hips, pushing me down.

“Spread your pussy lips. Get yourself ready to accept all of me.”

I reach down under my dress and pull my lips apart for him.

“Now sit down on me. And take all of me,” he clarifies. “Oh, and hurry before the waiter brings out our food.”

I squat down, bracing one hand on the table and the other on my lips to stay open for him. My legs spread over his muscular legs. Graham pushes inside—already well lubricated—as I sit farther down into his lap. His arm bands around me. It takes me a minute to adjust to this angle.

The sound of the door opening startles me and I jump, almost dislodging him out of me.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he says into my ear, fixing my dress to cover a few more inches of my thighs.

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