"But l'm already hurt." I breathed down his neck.
My cheeks touching his.
He sighed down my neck as I continued feeling his soft skin with my face. My eyes closed, feeling his hands grip my frame. My lips trembled with fear and tears streamed down m...
As I sat beside Xavier in the main salon of the yacht, I couldn't shake off the overwhelming embarrassment that consumed me. The boat took off in speed, and the realization of my encounter with Boticelli and my own actions hit me like a wrecking ball every two minutes. I felt numb, unable to process the shame that washed over me. It was undoubtedly the most embarrassing experience of my life.
The constant battle in my mind intensified, as I couldn't help but blame myself for allowing Xavier to touch me and worse, for enjoying it. Deep down, I knew that Xavier held more responsibility in the situation, but the guilt and shame clung to me like a suffocating cloak.
As Xavier served me champagne in a delicate glass, I decided to drink away the guilt, hoping for a distraction from my thoughts. But even after three glasses, the pain and shame continued to engulf me, refusing to let go. Xavier made various attempts to get me to speak, but all I could manage were hums and nods in response. The weight of what had happened rendered me speechless.
Feeling suffocated, I shivered and couldn't bear to stay inside any longer.
"I'll be back . I need some air." I got up from the table, my legs trembling, and made my way outside onto the deck. The cold, fresh air hit my face, providing a crisp contrast to the heat that still lingered within me. I took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling a sense of liberation as I embraced the freshness of the water's scent and the coolness of the night. The wind blew through my hair making me smile as I sipped my glass.
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As I stood there, I looked out at the illuminated Eiffel Tower, its magnificence shining brightly amidst the city lights. The sight of it brought a glimmer of solace, offering a momentary escape from the turmoil that raged within me. But how is this possible? How can I be so distracted from reality just with his kisses. There was something different in the air. He kissed me almost every day and every second on every part of skin visible to him. I had never had such a sexual reaction to Xavier touching me or kissing me, let alone with a spectator. Infact I had never had a sexual experience all together.
What happened today was unreal. Not because Xavier had put me into knickers before someone else. He did the same ,last time during my fitting on this very yatch. It was because I had slithered into his trap and didn't attempt to free myself. It made me lose a little bit respect for myself because he had to tug my nipple just to pull me out of my trance and that is what icked me. He saw me. All vulnerable under his touch. I was so out of order that I didn't even realise that I didn't want this. I continued to sip my drink.
I closed my eyes as his smile licking my extracts flashed in my head. My heart beat and piloerection creeped throughout my skin. I exhaled loudly. What is happening? Why am I not absolutely horrified and mad at him. I know I rebelled a little when he had my legs cuffed apart but that wasn't enough. I had never sat like that. The pull in my muscle was evident now that I had a little soreness from sitting with legs wide apart without any prior stretching. The ached seemed to intensify as my thighs throbbed. Uh. I wanted him to touch it again. I breathed as I traced the skin on my thigh and my breath hitched in pleasure replaying his mouth. His wet fingers, His smile. Slowly I cupped my pussy trying to imitate what his hands felt like. I pressed just like he did and I whimpered.
