slid a little more under her dress as she closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the seat as she let his words wash over her.
“Open your legs, Elena. I want to see your desire for me.”
Her body was hot, and she felt the last of her resistance fade as she spread her thighs, the satin from her dress still obscuring his view. She wanted his hands on her and she knew the only way to get that was to do what he demanded.
“Pull up your dress, open yourself to me,” he told her.
She found herself lifting from the seat as she pulled the dress up to her hips, then pushed the fabric to the side, only her small piece of black lace obscuring his view of her wet center.
“Very good, Elena. You’re doing so good,” he praised. The smooth velvet of his voice washed over her, heightening her arousal that much more. “Pull the top of the dress down. I want to see your peaked nipples beneath the lace of your bra.”
She didn’t hesitate as she reached up and tugged on the satin covering her breasts. She felt the air hit the top of them, wishing she hadn’t worn the strapless bra. She wanted nothing but air to touch her skin before his mouth moistened it.
“Open your legs farther. That’s good. Damn, you are so beautiful,” he said almost reverently.
She opened herself even farther for him, glowing at his praise. Right in that moment, she was his to do with as he pleased. She was his willing slave, and she was too aroused to be the least bit ashamed of it.
Her breathing deepened as she thought about what he was seeing — her spread out and open to him. What was going through his mind? Was he as turned on as she was?
Impossible.
With her eyes closed she didn’t know he’d moved until she felt his fingers lightly brush the top of her breasts before moving over the lace of her bra and rubbing her nipples. The sensation nearly made her come right there; she was so excited.
When he squeezed her breasts, she didn’t even try to withhold her moan of pleasure. The ache in her core intensified, and she hoped his game was over, hoped he would move his hand down her body and give her the relief she so desperately wanted.
He took one of her hands in his and pressed her own fingers against her bra, then squeezed, making her cup her own breast. Then he pulled down her bra, making her breasts pop out above it, her palm still there, suddenly touching flesh.
She was surprised how hard her nipples were against her palm. She shouldn’t have been. As turned on as she was, her body was in full arousal. But she didn’t touch herself, not ever, so she didn’t know it as well as he did.
“See how much you love this, Elena, how aroused it makes you to follow my orders. Don’t fight me anymore. Just do what I ask without thinking, and I promise you a multitude of orgasms tonight. You will feel more pleasure than you could’ve ever imagined possible,” he told her.
“Yes, Dalton.” Her voice was husky and weak; she didn’t care.
“Lean back a little more. That’s a good girl. Now squeeze your nipple between your fingers with that hand while you take your other and rub your thigh all the way to the top of your panties.”
She did what he said, all the while feeling his hot breath against her ear while she rubbed her scorched skin. Her nipples were so sensitive, the slightest pressure of her fingers sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
“I’m so hard right now, all I can think about is sinking deep inside you, Elena,” he said before his tongue traced the edge of her ear. She wanted to pull that tongue to where she really wanted it.
When his fingers grasped the edge of her panties, her entire body jolted. She lifted up, expecting him to pull them down, but with a slight tug, he shredded the lace and they fell away, leaving her completely bare to him.
“I need you to push your finger inside yourself, Elena. I need to know how wet and tight you are, if you really do want me to bury myself within you, to
“Open your legs, Elena. I want to see your desire for me.”
Her body was hot, and she felt the last of her resistance fade as she spread her thighs, the satin from her dress still obscuring his view. She wanted his hands on her and she knew the only way to get that was to do what he demanded.
“Pull up your dress, open yourself to me,” he told her.
She found herself lifting from the seat as she pulled the dress up to her hips, then pushed the fabric to the side, only her small piece of black lace obscuring his view of her wet center.
“Very good, Elena. You’re doing so good,” he praised. The smooth velvet of his voice washed over her, heightening her arousal that much more. “Pull the top of the dress down. I want to see your peaked nipples beneath the lace of your bra.”
She didn’t hesitate as she reached up and tugged on the satin covering her breasts. She felt the air hit the top of them, wishing she hadn’t worn the strapless bra. She wanted nothing but air to touch her skin before his mouth moistened it.
“Open your legs farther. That’s good. Damn, you are so beautiful,” he said almost reverently.
She opened herself even farther for him, glowing at his praise. Right in that moment, she was his to do with as he pleased. She was his willing slave, and she was too aroused to be the least bit ashamed of it.
Her breathing deepened as she thought about what he was seeing — her spread out and open to him. What was going through his mind? Was he as turned on as she was?
Impossible.
With her eyes closed she didn’t know he’d moved until she felt his fingers lightly brush the top of her breasts before moving over the lace of her bra and rubbing her nipples. The sensation nearly made her come right there; she was so excited.
When he squeezed her breasts, she didn’t even try to withhold her moan of pleasure. The ache in her core intensified, and she hoped his game was over, hoped he would move his hand down her body and give her the relief she so desperately wanted.
He took one of her hands in his and pressed her own fingers against her bra, then squeezed, making her cup her own breast. Then he pulled down her bra, making her breasts pop out above it, her palm still there, suddenly touching flesh.
She was surprised how hard her nipples were against her palm. She shouldn’t have been. As turned on as she was, her body was in full arousal. But she didn’t touch herself, not ever, so she didn’t know it as well as he did.
“See how much you love this, Elena, how aroused it makes you to follow my orders. Don’t fight me anymore. Just do what I ask without thinking, and I promise you a multitude of orgasms tonight. You will feel more pleasure than you could’ve ever imagined possible,” he told her.
“Yes, Dalton.” Her voice was husky and weak; she didn’t care.
“Lean back a little more. That’s a good girl. Now squeeze your nipple between your fingers with that hand while you take your other and rub your thigh all the way to the top of your panties.”
She did what he said, all the while feeling his hot breath against her ear while she rubbed her scorched skin. Her nipples were so sensitive, the slightest pressure of her fingers sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
“I’m so hard right now, all I can think about is sinking deep inside you, Elena,” he said before his tongue traced the edge of her ear. She wanted to pull that tongue to where she really wanted it.
When his fingers grasped the edge of her panties, her entire body jolted. She lifted up, expecting him to pull them down, but with a slight tug, he shredded the lace and they fell away, leaving her completely bare to him.
“I need you to push your finger inside yourself, Elena. I need to know how wet and tight you are, if you really do want me to bury myself within you, to
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