Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 20
Melissa
My eyes went wide and I felt my face flush hot. “I… what?” I stammered.
Stuart’s eyes narrowed. “Did I stutter, Miss Mitropoulos? Go. Now.”
I swallowed hard and stood on shaky legs. As I made my way to the ladies’ room, I felt Stuart’s eyes burning into my back. My mind seemed completely unable to process the sheer lewdness of his command.
The tiny bathroom was private, thankfully. I locked myself in, my heart pounding. With trembling hands, unable to keep myself from looking in the mirror, I hitched up my dress and bent my knees, blushing fiercely as I spread them, to give myself access to my already embarrassingly wet pussy. I looked so wanton without my panties, my smooth, bare lips framed by the garter belt, the suspenders, the tops of the white stockings.
As soon as I touched myself, just brushing my fingertips over the cleft of my sex, I couldn’t help but picture it. I saw it in my mind’s eye, even as I watched my hand’s obscene movement in the mirror, down between my thighs… exactly what Stuart had ordered me to imagine—his thick cock… in me… in me there… stretching me… opening my virgin asshole. I imagined him bending me over, spreading my cheeks, pressing the blunt head of his penis against the tight, wrinkly bud. The image made me whimper softly as I circled my clit.
Apparently helpless now to do anything but obey, I brought myself right to the edge, my thighs trembling like blown leaves and my hips thrusting lewdly as if I had a cock in me. Just as I was about to tumble over into orgasm, I forced myself to stop. I bit my lip hard, fighting against the urge to finish. After a few deep breaths, I started again.
By the third time I’d edged myself, I was a quivering mess. My pussy ached for release and I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs and into my stocking tops. The mental image of Stuart taking my ass was seared into my brain. I wanted it—needed it—with an intensity that shocked me.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard Stuart’s voice outside the bathroom door. “Time’s up, Melissa. Come on out.”
On wobbly legs, I exited the bathroom. Stuart was waiting just outside, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in close, inhaling deeply.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “I can smell how wet you are. Now let’s get you home so I can give you the whipping you’ve earned.”
I shuddered, equal parts terrified and aroused. I searched his gorgeous eyes, not knowing at first whether I wanted to find a shred of mercy or the assurance that he would punish me with the utmost severity.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw both those things, wrapped up in something much greater: understanding. This man had seen all of me—from my love of Gibbon, Carlyle, and Darwin to my obscene, thrilling disciplining of Mandy. He had spanked me, paddled me, fucked me… made me kneel and lick my cunt’s desperate need off his enormous, jutting cock.
He had wined and dined me… charmed me… and then told me to take my panties off at the table. He had promised me a whipping for my reluctance and then made it crystal clear that after he had punished my backside he would fuck me there, too.
All of me. My lips parted, and I felt words building inside me—insane words, from the perspective of the Melissa Mitropoulos of a few weeks before. I love you. Thank you. Let me serve you, on my knees.
Stuart cut them off. He pressed me against the door of the bathroom, and kissed my slightly open mouth, one hand on the back of my neck and the other cupping my bottom as if to remind me of everything that had befallen me there, and would befall me there. To make sure I didn’t forget that I had no panties on, or why I was in that shameful state.
I moaned up into his mouth. I clenched, between my thighs. I knew suddenly that if I squeezed my thighs together, I would…
Stuart’s mouth muffled my cry of helpless pleasure as I came, hard and with an abruptness that overwhelmed me. I shook in his arms like a leaf, my hips thrusting forward, into his stunningly firm thigh, riding him shamelessly, then pushing back so I could feel how firmly in hand my boss, my master had taken me.
I shuddered, and Stuart held me, there in the little corridor, kissing me deeply through my climax. I prayed no one else in Le Jardin Intime needed the restroom. As the aftershocks faded from my limbs, Stuart relaxed his grip and pulled his face back from mine.
“What did you do, naughty girl?” he murmured.
Heat filled my face. “I’m… I’m sorry, sir,” I whispered. “Please…”