Page 24 of Master of Lies

Her soft, tender lips, her wet face, were the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Her shy, tender tongue retreated from mine at first, intimidated, but after a few slow, coaxing kisses, it was ready to come out and play, dancing with me. Her tits were pressed against my chest. I lifted her up, opening her legs. I’ve never seen such a cock-teasing outfit. Red high-heeled boots, that silk thong. A little gold locket.

I wanted to just mount up and plunge in, but no. Slow…the fuck…down.

I have to keep myself in check. She’s at a huge disadvantage. She’s tall and strong-looking, but I’m almost twice her size. I can’t just leap on her like a bull.

So I just kept kissing her breath away, her thoughts, her fears. When I leaned back for air, I took the opportunity to admire the party-girl smeared mascara. The look of a girl who’d drunk too much and was about to make some really bad choices.

All I could do at this point was try to make those choices worth her while.

I pushed her back against the wall. The shock of the cold wall tiles made her gasp. I slid my hands down slowly, squeezing, stroking, to feel every inch of her luscious curves, every detail. The deep, sexy dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the smooth globes of her perfect ass. I wanted to push aside the thong, reach lower. Feel those sweet, slick, secret female folds, that hot opening, yielding to my probing fingers.

Put on the brakes, dickhead. Not yet. Go slow. Go easy.

I pressed my face against her neck, her hair. I had to insert some self-control into the proceedings while still playing a believably murderous monster. It was a paradox.

I took a step back and grabbed the sink. Just to remind myself which way gravity was supposed to exert its force, because the only pull I felt was toward Sandee. “You want more?” I asked. As if I could have stopped if she said no.

Sandee licked her full, gleaming pink lips, and nodded.

“Then come for me,” I said, improvising. “Show me you mean it.”

“For real?” she asked, bewildered. “What do you mean? What I just did wasn’t enough of a declaration to suit you? Dude, come on! What more do you want?”

I took the impulse, and ran with it. “Touch yourself. I want to watch you come.”

Her eyes were startled. “Um, this is the thing. I can’t do that on demand. It doesn’t work that way. It’s, ah…kind of mysterious. It happens, or it doesn’t.”

I made my voice cold and pitiless. “It’s not rocket science. Put your hand on your clit and rub one out for me. That’s the entry fee to this particular funhouse.”

She caught her luscious lower lip between her teeth, her eyes worried.

“I want to see what you look like when you come,” I told her. “The sounds you make. Your fingers all shiny from your lube. I want you to hold your pussy lips open so I can see everything. I want to suck the lube off your fingers. And then we’ll see.”

She blushed, eyes dilating until her irises were huge. Frozen in place. I had to get her moving. “Put your foot up onto the bathtub,” I said. “Show me what you got.”

Sandee straightened. Her blush had expanded down her chest. She lifted her foot, perching the high-heeled boot on the edge of the bathtub.

And whatever sexy bullshit I was about to spout just stuck right there in my throat as she slid her hand down, slowly over her breast, her belly, and lower. Down to that little decorative puff of dark blonde hair right over her clit.

She leaned back with a soft, shuddering sigh, almost a moan, spreading her pussy lips. I shifted out of the light so I could see that tantalizing glimpse of her beautiful, pink and crimson folds, like a tight furled flower. Wet and glowing. She lifted the hood of her clit, let me look. Pink, taut, gleaming, perfect. I wanted to taste it.

“Beautiful,” I muttered. “Later, I’m going to suck on your clit until you scream.”

That seemed to be the safest vibe. Harsh and aggressive verbally, but letting her make all the actual physical moves. I’d keep it going that way as long as I could play it.

Sandee trembled violently, gasping for breath as she touched herself. Caressing her pussy lips, then her clit with her gleaming fingers. Sliding in, out, around. In, out, around. That slow, sensual pulsing rhythm had my whole body thrumming with lust.

She gasped for breath, eyes closed. “Oh God,” she quavered. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”

“Not yet.” I followed that impulse again. “Not until I say. Like your fantasy. Remember what you said at the prison? You don’t come until I say you can come.”

She looked distressed. “But you told me to…but…but it’s killing me.” Her voice vibrated. “I can’t help it. I can’t control it. I don’t know how.”

“So learn,” I said. “You’re doing great. You’re a goddamn champion. Just be good. Just a little bit longer. You can do it. Come on…come on. So close…oh, yeah.”

She was making soft, helpless whimpering sounds that almost got me off right there. I shifted closer to admire every detail of her hands down there, working her beautiful pink pussy. Close enough to feel her hot, panting breaths against my skin. See the startled look in her eyes as the pleasure started to crest.

Yes.I seized one of her hands, lube gleaming on her fingers, and slid my own hand between her legs. “Good,” I murmured into her ear. “Now.”

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