Chapter Seven #2
“Oh, yes,” she said playfully. “I want my prize to be you as my slave, doing exactly as I ask, do you object?”
She knew she needn’t have asked, I was practically salivating at the thought as my whole body begged to be at this woman’s beck and call.
“No,” I whispered.
“Good,” she said, stepping back from me. “The next thing you can do is remove my clothing. That workout has left me rather hot and bothered.”
I could scarcely breathe for the thrill of it. I’d wanted to do this from the first moment I’d seen her: to undress her, to touch her, to have the freedom to enjoy her. And now she was commanding me to do it.
Tentatively, I raised my hands to her shoulders and hooked my fingers beneath her bra straps, reveling in the feel of her soft warm skin beneath them as, slowly, I stroked outward, forcing the straps down over her arms until the fabric resisted the move.
Mouth dry with anticipation, I left the straps and moved my hands inward to the top of each mound and with bated breath I slipped them beneath the taut fabric, savoring every bit of her soft, full flesh and then the sudden hardness of her pert nipples as they pressed into my palm.
She moaned at the contact and I bit my lip against the surge of excitement rushing through me, the experience so new and intensely erotic.
Lifting her breasts from the restraint of the cups, I dropped my eyes to enjoy the sight of their now prominent position above the bunched up fabric.
She was stunning. I couldn’t imagine ever getting enough of her.
I watched my hands move over her, riveted by the sight, the feel and the effect I was having on her.
I was desperate to grope her hard, to pinch at her nipples, to toy with her . .. and then her words filled my mind...
Women know just how to tease.
I would know just how to tease.
With growing confidence, I let my instincts take over.
Filling my palms with the soft, pliable flesh once more, I imprisoned their stiffened peaks between my thumb and forefinger, rolling them teasingly.
The move milked sounds from her delectable throat that had me going wild with need and upping the ferocity of my caress.
I crushed her lips with my own, my tongue joining hers in a fierce mating battle.
The feel of her delicate, feminine tongue against my own, so different and so thrilling, had a fire coursing through me.
Desperate to taste every last bit of her, I worked her back against the weight machine, removing her bra as I went. Forcing her to sit, I tore my mouth from her own to trace a path along her neck, savoring her delicious saltiness as I went.
She was whimpering above me, one hand gripping at the machine, the other thrust into my hair. The experience so all-consuming, I never wanted it to end.
As I reached the peak of one pert nipple, I let my tongue trace around it, enjoying the dimpled flesh beneath, and then I flicked across the tip, loving how it made her buck for me.
I did it again, repeatedly, and she began to squirm in the seat.
I took up the other nipple with my hand, groping the swollen flesh with a mounting ferocity that mirrored the climbing madness inside.
“More, Abi, I need more!”
I smiled at her words, my mouth moving over the nipple to suck the entirety into the cavern of my mouth.
She almost knocked me to the floor as her body undulated with the move and I pressed against her, holding her steady as both my hand and mouth continued to work her, the feel of her damp, hot pants as she started to rock against my torso driving me on.
Then I remembered how it felt to have her hands pressing against my thighs earlier and I did exactly that. Forcing her legs further apart, I held her spread and away from me, teasing her with the lack of contact on her eager clit while my mouth and hands continued to devour her breasts.
“Oh, Fuck! Abi! Please!”
Control consumed me, it’s effect dizzying and intoxicating, she was mine…
“What is it, baby?” I said, giving her a hint of my lower body against her pussy.
She threw her head back and bucked her crotch toward me, trying to maintain the contact.
I smiled at her desperation, getting high on the need I had aroused in her.
Slowly, I allowed my hands to travel up her thighs, loving how her whole body tensed at the move.
I stopped at either side of her crotch, my fingers massaging into her skin, teasing her just as she had me.
She moaned and flung her hands outward, grasping at the frame of the machine as she writhed to direct my fingers where she wanted them.
“Patience, baby, I need you naked first.”
Obediently she stilled and, bringing her legs together, I pulled off her bottoms, tossing them to the side.
My hands were quick to return, my eagerness to have her spread naked before me taking over as I shoved her thighs apart once more.
She didn’t stop me. Her lack of resistance only serving to heighten my out of control desire as I realized she would permit me anything.
My eyes dropped to her pussy, the neatly trimmed area dripping in excitement.
Fascinated, I slipped my fingers between her folds, savoring the feel of her, so different from me and yet the same.
Her body reared against the touch, her clit pulsing beneath my palm as I traveled lower to dip my fingers inside her, surrounding them with her warm, wet center and coating myself with her hot juices before withdrawing to stroke at her throbbing clit.
She cried out and her eyes flung to mine. I repeated the move, holding her gaze intently, getting off on the erotic pleasure I saw there. Then I brought my fingers to my mouth and slid them in, sucking them clean. She moaned at the sight, her lips parting with the sound.
Dipping my fingers within her again, I coated them thoroughly, realizing I could never get enough of just feeling her in this way. Bringing my fingers back up, I moved them before her open mouth, teasing them before her lips.
“You want some, baby?”
Her eyes dropped to my slick fingers and, hungrily, she moved her mouth over them. A groan escaped my lips as she sucked at them, her tongue eagerly working them clean.
“You are such a dirty bitch.” I don’t know where the words came from but I was fascinated by her and out of control. My eyes shot to hers to see if I had offended her but they were ablaze with need.
“More,” she cried.
Obediently I lowered my hand, she was so wet and ready that I moved all four fingers within her, letting my thumb caress her clit.
She moaned, her body picking up its rhythm against me, I realized her climax was building, I could see the muscles working in her legs, the color rising in her cheeks ... not yet...
“Easy, baby, easy.”
I withdrew my hand and raised it once more to her lips, watching in wonder as she took all four fingers into her mouth, closing her lips around them, all the while her eyes fixed on mine.
Horny as fuck, I tore my hand away and crushed my lips over hers, kissing her hard, savoring the taste of her pussy in her mouth. I wanted more. I wasn’t ready for this to end. Not yet, I wanted to experience all of her.
Tearing my mouth from hers, I traveled down her wildly pulsing throat, down the valley between her breasts...
Spying my intent, she flung her hands to my hair and encouraged me down.
“Patience,” I said taking her hands and repositioning them at the frame, loving how open it left her, how it thrust her breasts forward.
Cupping each mound, I flicked my tongue over them in turn, wetting each peak before moving to trace a path down her torso, dipping into her belly button and then onward to her delicious cunt.
With my hands pressing her thighs apart, I probed the area, my tongue flicking over her clit—
“God, yes!” she screamed, jerking against me, her crotch riding my face.
I repeated the move, my tongue working her as she built up her tempo against me.
She hooked her feet between my legs, encouraging me to move against her.
My body reveled in the contact, quickly picking up a rhythm of its own as the need for release swept through me.
Our moans echoed around the gymnasium, drowning out the world outside, our focus entirely on each other.
She shattered about me in what felt like seconds, her body convulsing wildly.
Clamping my thighs shut around her feet I swiftly followed, the intensity of her orgasm fueling my own.
Crying out, I fell against her, my head dropping to her warm, inviting thigh as I enjoyed the spasms that racked my body and the feeling of contentment that soon followed.
I have no idea how long we stayed like that, but neither of us seemed inclined to move.
Our bodies now sated and relaxed felt right together.
Her fingers moved through my hair, toying with the strands and she sighed contentedly.
The sound brought a smile to my lips. No matter how wrong it was, what we had just shared felt one hundred percent right.
And then the mood changed. Her hand froze at my head, her body tensing beneath me. My eyes snapped to hers and I could see she was looking at the doorway behind me, her face horror-stricken.
Please don’t be Dad! was the plea going through my mind as I straightened to look over my shoulder.
Relief washed over me, quickly followed by shame. Mick was lounging in the open doorway, his eyes drinking in the view.
“Err, hi,” I said sheepishly.
“Hi, yourselves,” he drawled, his body unmoving. “Do you know what torture it is to witness that and not come anywhere near the pair of you? If your Dad—”
“Mick!” My worried gaze turned to Emma, her form unmoving as she continued to watch him with a growing sense of panic. It was clear it was more than simply embarrassment. She looked terrified. And it wouldn’t be Mick she was scared of. It was my stepfather.
“It’s okay, Emma,” I assured her, my body shielding her from Mick’s view as she lifted her eyes to mine, clearly struggling to believe me.
“Mick won’t say a word” — I fixed him with a pointed stare — “will you?”
“Hell no! Do you know what he would do to me if he even knew I’d seen you both?”
“See, Emma, it’s going to be fine,” I stressed as I turned to face her once more. “No one else need know, okay?”
She relaxed slightly before me and nodded.
“I hate to break this up, ladies, but I believe you’re expected at dinner in half an hour.”
“Christ, is it that time already?” I flicked my gaze to my watch. He was right, we needed to get dressed and get out of there. Throwing him a look over my shoulder, I said sarcastically, “Would you mind giving us some privacy then?”
“Spoilsport,” he teased, his eyes flashing as he pushed himself off the doorframe and turned away. “I’ll be back in five, ladies, trust you will be gone by then.”