Page 40 of Keeping The Virgin

It’s as if the darkness in him explodes, and he yanks down my bra, my breasts popping out. He turns me around, toward all the hanging clothing, and I grope at the dresses and nighties on their hangers. I latch onto them as he strips the rest of the torn dress off me, then the bra, then my panties.

They all lie in shreds on the floor as I wait, panting, so wet and throbbing that I think I might die.

Naked, stripped away of everything that used to cover me, I know without a doubt that he’s gotten to the real me underneath.

He drags his large hands down my bare back, then cups my ass, bringing me to my toes as I pull at the clothing to keep from falling.

Falling hard.

I moan as he kneads my cheeks and presses his mouth down against my ear.

“You need to be a better student, baby,” he says, his moist, hot words tickling me.

I manage to speak. “Just keep teaching me.”

He laughs cruelly and urges his long fingers back between my legs, feeling my wet pussy, skimming my entrance on his naughty way.

“Oh!”

“There,” he whispers against me. “You’re already learning to obey my every move.”

He’s turned on, and that turns me on even more as he plays with me, dipping his fingers into me, making silent, wicked promises and getting me drenched and desperate. The muscles in my belly spasm, working their way up to something bigger.

When Cage stops finger-teasing me for a moment, I nearly cry out in protest. But he’s only let go so he can strip something off of him. He brings his hand around to the front of my pussy, and before my next flailing heartbeat, I feel him thread a length of something silky between my legs.

His tie…

He grasps it from the back, then begins to move it back and forth, stroking through my slick folds. The smooth-rough texture grazes my clit, and I start to slip down to the ground, leaving the hangers and the clothes knocking against each other on the way.

He’s with me as I drop to my knees, my legs spread wide. I’m pressed back against him now, and I grope behind me, pulling at his clothes as he keeps working me with the tie, building that fire in me, crazy flames that lick and burn.

Just as the heat is rising, threatening, pounding its way through me, he stops again.

I give another frustrated cry, yanking at his jacket.

He laughs, throws the tie away, then shucks off his jacket. I feel the hardness of his wide chest against my back. I pray that he’s going to take off his shirt, too, giving me access to all those smooth muscles, every primal inch of him…

He firmly takes hold of me and brings me to my back on the carpet. As I try to catch my breath, I restlessly shift my hips, running my gaze over his naked, rippling torso. He never stops watching me as he reaches for a closet drawer, then tugs it open.

“What’re you doing?” I ask.

“Quiet,” he commands.

He’s not playing. Those demons are driving him again, and a nasty thrill overtakes me. I know now more than ever before that I have demons, too.

I lift my arms over my head, and Cage stops reaching into the drawer for a second. His eyes are on my breasts—my full tits with their stimulated pink tips.

A sense of power rushes me at the knowledge that I can dominate him in this one small way—by showing him how excited he makes me. By making his eyes go hazy with lust.

But then I spread my legs so he can see how wet I get down there from submitting in every other way.

A growl rumbles from his throat, the darkness rising in him, and when he pulls a fistful of white silk stockings out of the drawer, I know I’m in for it.

Finally.

“You obviously need to be controlled.” He drops most of the stockings, hanging onto just one pair. “You should be tied up like the gift you are.”

My pulse accelerates, pounding through every part of me. My pussy is getting the brunt of my excitement, throbbing, creaming.

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