Page 4 of A Billion Desires

Her eyes never left mine as she began squeezing her tits in the most erotic fashion. “That’s right, just like that. Now take off that delightful bra, my dear. Let’s see what you’re hiding underneath all that lace.”

Those hands bent behind her back and soon her bra went slack, likely relieved to finally be off duty. She pulled the material down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. She straightened her shoulders, making my mouth water once again as I admired her perfect, pert tits.

My eyes zeroed in on the hardened nubs, and I wanted nothing more than to suck and then bite down gently on each one until she moaned. “Continue touching your gorgeous breasts, please.”

Again, she returned her hands to her chest, palming each one, then continuing to touch herself like before.

Such a good listener.

That would come in handy.

Speaking of hands, I said, “One hand on that wet pussy of yours, please. And rub.” Her eyes widened as though she were surprised at my request. But she did what she was told.

I could tell by the way she moved her hand on that tiny, lacy, red triangle, that she was doing it for my benefit. Not for hers. And that pissed me off.

I wasn’t sure exactly why it did. But it did. I wanted her to feel what I was feeling.

Turned the hell on.

“Cherry, that’s lovely. But please, touch yourself the way you do when you’re alone in your bed.”

Her gaze fell to the floor before looking back at me. Then her fingers started a methodical, beautiful rhythm as her eyes became hooded and her breathing quickened.

The way she touched her breast changed as well. She captured her nipple between her fingers and squeezed in a steady pace.

This woman was the picture of erotic desire.

Soon, her red panties showed a wet spot that I’d been waiting for. She was truly aroused now. Not just faking it for my benefit.

“That is beautiful, my dear. Exactly what I wanted. You may stop now and walk over here to me,” I ordered in a low, almost predatory tone.

A little wobbly, she made her way over to me, her breasts bouncing with each step. “The agreement stated you allow spanking play?”

“Yes, Nick. Do you want to spank me?”

“Oh, my dear, do I ever,” I nearly growled at her as her pupils seemed to dilate before my eyes. “There is no safe word. If you wish me to stop, simply say, ‘Stop’. Do you understand? I’m not a monster, I just like what I like.”

And what I’d really like was to see her ass nice and pink under my palm.

“Yes, Nick.” She nodded.

I patted my legs. “Over my lap. Ass in the air.”

Again, she didn’t hesitate, but laid directly over my thighs. Her vanilla scent wafted up my nose, making me even hungrier. “I’m going to touch you now. Is that all right?”

“Yes, Nick.”

I set one hand on her lower back, and the other one rubbed each ass cheek with the reverence I was feeling inside. “Beautiful. You are simply too much,” I said, admiring the fleshy, soft globes in front of me, pressing my fingers into the soft, supple flesh.

“I’m going to start with small slaps. If something hurts, I want you to let me know immediately. Do you understand? If it hurts more than it pleasures, then I want you to tell me. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Nick, I understand. I’m ready.”

I don’t think I’d ever heard more beautiful words spoken. My hand circled the bottom of one cheek, then slapped. Immediately, the skin beneath turned pink. “Lovely. Was that okay?”

Her head nodded, then I struck again, then again, careful not to hit the same place too often. Breathy moans started filling the air, making my cock impossibly hard. “Are you wet?” I asked unnecessarily. The smell of her heady musk gave her likely situation away without me even looking.

“Yes, Nick.”

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