Moving from Chicago to New York as a single mother, hoping that your new business does well, is scary. But what happens when you find out your best friends new husband is the leader of something even scarier, and the only person who seems to give yo...
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I stare at Mikhail, my legs still spread wide, leaving my dripping core out in the open for him to see.
"Did you not understand me?" His deep voice asks after I don't move. "Touch. Your. Self." He annunciates every word.
I've never been with a guy like this, I've really only been with a few, and all of them preferred missionary and getting themselves off first.
The only person I can think of who was good is Jack, Asterias biological father. But even then, something was always missing. And maybe I'm about to find out.
I have read books and even done some research in BDSM and I must say that some of the stuff intrigues me.
"Yes, sir." I whisper as I slowly bring my hand up to play with myself.
I brush my hand over the slight stubble of hair that is just starting to grow back. I shiver at the cold temperature of his room as I slowly begin to play with myself.
I slide my fingers slowly up and down my wet slit and bring them up to my clit. My back arches as I rub continuous circles over the sensitive bud.
"Faster." His deep voice startles me, I had almost forgotten he was in the room.
I lift my head up when I hear him stand up from the chair. He stares at me, waiting for me to do as he says.
I increase the speed of my fingers, my head falling back and lulling to the side. He takes his eyes off of me as he opens the chest in front of his bed.
I move my fingers down and gradually insert two fingers. I slowly pump them in and out at a steady speed.
I turn my head into the comforter and moan when my fingers brush against my g-spot. I pick up the pace of my fingers and begin to moan louder into the mattress.
"Let me hear you." He demands. I bring my face out of the comforter and moan quietly as I feel the familiar knot form.
I haven't done this in a while, so I am not going to last that long.
"Agh." I moan loudly as I bring my other hand down to play with my clit, while my other one continues to thrust in and out of me.
"Keep your legs open." I hadn't even realized that I had begun to close them.
"I'm close." I whine.
"You may not come until I say so." I hear him take some things out of the chest and he closes it with a loud thud.
I try and see what he has in his hand but he holds the items behind his back.
"Please." I beg, "I need to come."
"No. Now stop touching yourself." He stares down at me, watching my fingers enter my dripping core.
