Page 10 of Twisted

He nodded, his expression blank.

I considered the implications. He could obviously see into my home. I barely knew this man. But he intrigued me.

“Do you watch me?” I asked him bluntly and that elicited a smile.

“No. I have seen you in passing, with a man or making coffee, but I have not watched you.”

He paused, not in hesitation but I think for more dramatic impact.

“But I would like to.”

The lust returned full force. It was not a kink I was aware I had, and I was still not sure it would be something I’d enjoy. But based on how easily the idea had turned me on, I was willing to try. For whatever reason, I believed he was honest about not watching me previously. He’d not done anything to send up red flags, though this would obviously need to be handled carefully.

I closed the gap between us before responding.

“I think we should start with touch before we discuss sight.”

His hands were on me immediately and he proved to be very good with the touching. Stumbling into the bedroom, he stripped me down quickly and pushed me onto the bed, going to work with his fingers and tongue. He built my pleasure slowly and methodically until I was begging him for release. I came so hard I nearly lost consciousness...and then I came some more. Before I could catch my breath, he flipped me onto my stomach and slid inside me from behind. He fucked me roughly, pinning me down in place, and started asking me questions. Simple ones at first, that became more aggressive the more I complied.

“Does my cock feel good? Do you like it? Are you a good slut who likes to be fucked hard?” I agreed to it all, my orgasms tearing through me, each accusation heightening the pleasure.

By the end of it, I was a wet, obedient mess. I’d had rough sex before but his demeanor, his control of the situation brought me to new heights. The idea of him watching me thrilled me now.

I was coyer when I presented it to him. I walked to my wardrobe and donned my favorite red silk robe before returning to where he was sprawled on the bed.

“You can watch me...but I have terms. I will close my curtains if I need privacy. If I decide to end our arrangement, I’ll hang this robe on the window and you will respect my wishes. If I see you glancing my way after that, I’ll call the cops.”

I was matter-of-fact, and he smiled at my blunt approach.

“Perfectly reasonable. I have a request, if you’d be so kind...”

I smirked at him then nodded, trying to ignore the throbbing between my thighs triggered by the look in his eyes.

“I want to see you fuck. Whomever. Whenever. My business keeps me at home and distraction is always appreciated. Your body is enchanting and to watch it at lustful work...” He trailed off as he eyed my body and then reached for me again.

Lying back on the bed, he lifted me onto his cock so I was facing away from him in a riding position. Grasping my arms behind me, he bound me easily with one hand as he gave me instructions.

“Fuck yourself with my cock. Yes, that’s it. Grind me, push me inside as deep as you can. Faster. Show me how much you want my dick.” He growled the words in my ear. I brought myself to orgasm as I rode him, collapsing against him as I came down. He reached his other hand around me to grasp my neck under my jaw, pulling my lips close against his.

“Did I say you could stop?” he asked bluntly. I shook my head no as much as his grip allowed and started to move my hips again. Being pressed against him made it nearly impossible to maneuver and after a few moments of struggling, he stilled my movement. Pulling me up slightly, he arched his hips away before thrusting into me. Slowly. Maddeningly.

“If you can’t fuck me properly, you’ll need to learn.” His tone was impatient, bored even. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he casually prodded my G-spot. “You’ll learn to give as good as you take. Do you want more?”

His hips crashed against mine, filling me completely, and I choked out, “Yes!” I could feel his smile against my neck as he nibbled my skin. He sped up the pace, fucking me harder but keeping me bound against him. Whispering lusty commands and thoughts at me the entire time. We rushed to climax together and by the end of it, we settled on our terms.

He would watch me when I let him. I would let him more often than I’d planned to. I started to bring home more men. Sex was better with his voice in my head and his covert control over me.

Which is why I’m sucking David’s cock in my kitchen. Well, it isn’t the only reason, but it does make it more tantalizing. In my reminiscing, I missed the change in his moans from pleasant to urgent. He’s close to coming but I’m not done with him yet.

Lifting my mouth from him, I pull my dripping fingers from my cunt and slide them over his cock. He looks down, watching as I tug my dress off my breasts, exposing them to the cool air. My nipples harden, light pink but still vivid against my pale skin. I shift so I can nestle his wet dick between my breasts, pumping him back and forth slowly for a few minutes.

He lowers one hand to cup my face and I relent, knowing I’m just making it more difficult for him to hold on. Standing up slowly, he drops his lips to mine and kisses me with a hunger that belies his shy attitude. In a whirl of movement, he lifts me in the air and onto the edge of the kitchen counter. Pushing my dress up to my waist, he takes his turn on his knees and laps at me greedily.

Oh the exuberance of youth. He’s trying his best but is obviously new to this act. I give him a few minutes, reaching into my nearby purse to grab a condom before pulling him back up against me. He seems a bit confused by my actions but catches on quickly as I unroll the condom down his cock in one smooth motion. My counter is the perfect height for him and he prods the entrance of my pussy excitedly before using his hand to guide.

He slams into me and I gasp, filled by him immediately. He cups my face again and worriedly asks if I’m okay. I nod, savoring the feel of him. The fullness. I slowly open my eyes though I don’t recall having closed them. My nails dig into his shoulder and side as I respond.

“Harder.”

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