Page 83 of The Naughty List

“Beautiful,” he tells me, and I spread them, to give him a better view.

“I’d love you to kiss them better,” I tell him. “They need some love right now.”

He nods and carries on peppering kisses up my thigh, so meek that it gives me tingles on top of tingles, and he’s got me squirming some more – feral instincts coming to the fore – already wanting that gentle mouth of his on my needy pussy.

I’m gaining so much confidence week after week now, it’s unreal.

The nervous girl is definitely stepping into the confident woman, and this is a great environment to show it. I strip my bra and cast it aside, then tug my panties down and kick them free.

So, it’s just me, naked and bruised. Exposed for his stare.

I sit before User 3267, upright and proud, feeling like the goddess he wants me to be.

His touches are like butterflies as they dance across the bruises on my thighs.

“I know Harvey told me that you are a stunning creature, but I had no idea you would be this perfect.”

Harvey.

Harvey must be the guy who has a dungeon…

In the realms of normality, I could shake my head with a grin and tell User 3267 that I’m really not perfect, but even if I did, it wouldn’t come close to bursting his bubble. It’s a sensation that wraps me up in its glow and holds me tight. In his eyes, I’m the greatest woman in creation right now. It feels like he’s Adam, first setting eyes on his Eve. It feels glorious to be wanted so much, in exchange for so little.

I’m going to be Eve today. I want to be a goddess in this man’s deep blue eyes.

I feel an essence rising in me, from depths I didn’t know. My confidence takes hold of me and rushes through my veins, because here, in this space, Iamhis Eve. His one and only. His princess of perfection to serve and please.

Only the Eve of creation unlikely had bruises like mine…

And she’d be unlikely to spread her thighs wide to offer him her pussy, there for the taking…

“You said you wanted to worship my body,” I say. “So show me. Make me feel adored. Give me what you promised.” I spread my pussy lips for him, wanting his mouth on me. “Show me how good I taste.”

I don’t know what he’s experienced before from entertainers, but he stares mute, in shock as I hold myself open for him. All thoughts of this being a sweet spa day have gone from my shallow head. It’s got nothing to do with bathing and massage. It’s about adoration. Respect. Divinity.

“Are you certain? I may taste your… pussy?” he asks.

“Iwantyou to taste my pussy. And if I really am your princess, you’ll do it without the need for my bathing and cleansing first, won’t you? You’ll take my dirtiness and make me clean. It’s been a long, dirty journey on the tube today.”

My words work like magic. I see him tremble as he licks his lips, ready to heed my calling, and what the hell – User 3267 has quite an unusual feature. His tongue is so beautifully long and thick, it’s going to be like a swirl of satin. He shows me again as he licks his way up my ankle.

“I’ll clean you slowly, Miss Holly,” he says. “I’ll savour everything.”

I’m transfixed as I watch him, lapping at me, and moaning at every taste. His tongue is magnificent, and my pussy clenches at the thought of what’s coming, because this guy knows what he’s doing with it. He uses it in places I never realised would be so sensitive – like the crease at the back of my knee – and sweeps it hard across tender, bruised flesh, like a massager. Twisting and twirling and it really is divine.

I could be his goddess Eve for days on end and never get bored.

I lean back on the chaise longue and tip my head back, eyes closed as I welcome him up and closer. I hold his head as he breathes into my ear, blessing me with shudders from tiny little kisses all the way down my neck. I always love those. They make me pant with want – and I have to stop myself urging him into me. It would be so fucking easy to take my want and have him use it. But no. NO. This is the proposal, and nothing more.

I play the dirty game he laid out to play, hitching myself and gasping as he worships my bruised tits with his tongue, flicking my nipples with the tip as he looks up at me.

“You’re lucky, aren’t you?” I say, trying to make sure I maintain my goddess position, and he nods, gratefully.

“I’m extremely lucky to be blessed with a queen like you.”

The luck is all mine when he begins to suck. My tits are still so tender that they spark pleasure down between my legs, and it’s going to be so much harder to keep my composure now… I won’t manage it…

Not unless I summon the strength to make him begin all over again.

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