Abruptly he stops the exquisite pleasure and stares down at me with his eyebrow quirked, demanding me to speak.

“Please, sir.” I run my hands up his chest, shamelessly imploring him to continue. I should be disgusted with myself. But at this moment I don’t fucking care. “Don’t stop.”

“Are you going to tell me why I should fuck your sweet, tight, virgin cunt?”

he whispers, nipping at the shell of my ear and squeezing my breast—reminding my body what it wants.

“Because.” I find myself raking my fingertips through his dark, surprisingly

soft chest hair. The man doesn’t say a word or move as he waits for me to continue. “Because you won’t hurt me. And you’ll make sure I enjoy it.”

I briefly wonder if he has ever done this to one of his competitors, seduced

them with pleasure so they will give up all their secrets. Maybe not always sexually, but a nice bottle of whiskey, a trip to an expensive brothel, and he has

them spewing all their company’s inside information.

“That’s all I wanted to know.” He releases his hold on me all together and opens the bathroom door, motioning me to walk through.

Suddenly nervous, my pace slows as I make my way into the room and closer toward the large foreboding bed. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

“Get on the bed,” the man tells me, snagging my towel and pulling it off, tossing it on the floor.

Here goes nothing. Turning quickly, I crawl onto the stiff mattress.

12

FINN

“Good girl.”I watch as Lily slowly, nervously, crawls up onto the bed, displaying for me her beautiful curves and flashes of her bare

cunt. I grab my cock, attempting to relieve some of the ache, but there is only one thing that will help. And it’s hot, wet, tight, and right in front of me.

“Now lean back against the pillows,” I tell Lily, walking over and grabbing a nearby chair. I sit at the end of the bed where I have the best view.

I know Lily wouldn’t have fought or put up a struggle if I had taken her earlier. My cock thinks, knows, I should have, and it’s beginning to wonder if I am a masochist. But that would have seriously fucked, no pun intended, with my plans for her. I want her completely persuaded that me fucking her is in her best interest. When we leave tomorrow, I want her addicted to pleasure and craving it from my hands, my mouth, and my cock. Pouncing on her now and mindlessly fucking her would destroy anything my earlier seduction accomplished.

“Bend your legs and put your feet flat on the bed by your hips,” I tell her, leaning forward and resting my forearms on my knees.

Lily slowly does as she is told, already complying easily with my demands.

“Good. Now spread your knees and show me that virgin cunt.”

“Sir?” she asks, all the while doing as I commanded.

“As smooth and clean as it is waxed, I think you need a landing strip,” I muse, shifting uncomfortably in my chair as I watch her puffy folds, still

glistening with her arousal, come into view. All my cock wants to do is thrust itself inside and be surrounded by her wet warmth.

I draw in a deep breath, trying to relax. Otherwise, I won’t be able to last long or ensure that Lily comes. I need to make sure that she is completely ready before I finally give into my urges.

“Reach down with one hand and spread your pussy open.”

“What?” she interrupts, sounding somewhat shocked.

“With the other hand, I want you to play with your clit. You need to be nice

and wet before I fuck you, and you’re going to do all the work while I watch.”

“But, sir,” Lily says nervously, running her hands along her thighs.

“I know you’ve done this before,” I tell her and watch as she bites her lip and blushes slightly with embarrassment.

My princess may be a virgin, but from the little amount of time we’ve spent

together, I know she’s had pleasure before. No one would ignite and demand release like Lily does if she were clueless. “Show me how you get yourself off.”

Raising herself up on her elbows, she meets my eyes and whispers shyly, “I

don’t have any of my toys.”

Fuck. We’ll definitely be exploring that later.

“You’ll have to make do the old fashioned way,” I tell her, scooting my chair closer.

Dropping back down onto the bed, she closes her eyes and slowly follows my instructions, opening her pink folds and taking two fingers to stroke her clit before squeezing it between them like an expert. Her breathing slows as she relaxes.

“Now dip that finger into your hot cunt and use the wetness to stroke your clit,” I guide her.

“Sir.” She moans as her breathing becomes more and more labored.

I can see the glistening of wetness surrounding her opening, and I ache to taste her. Later.

“That’s it, Princess. Now let go of your labia and work your two fingers into that hot wet channel of yours.” My own breathing is becoming hard as I watch

her slowly pleasure herself.

“Sir?”

“In and out, don’t stop stroking that clit. That’s it, Princess, get yourself there,” I groan out as my persistent cock begins to throb and my balls feel like they’ll burst.

Fuck!

Watching her masturbate is not helping me relax.

How could I have ever thought it would?

Totally zoned in on the woman before me, enjoying the scene of her desire, I