Teasing ;)
"Dorian?" I called as I left our bed, my nightgown brushing along my ankles. "Dorian, where are you?" There was a soft creak of footsteps coming from the hallway. I followed them, and went up an old house worker's staircase. When I made it to the top floor of Dorian's old mansion, there was only one door. It was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open and walked inside.
I was instantly surprised with Dorian sitting down calmly watching himself in a painting fester.
"Dorian? What is that? Why is it like that?" I asked in a panic. The painting's eyes snapped over in my direction, and I ran to Dorian for safety.
"Darling, it is myself, but in my true form. You will never comprehend how many sins I've committed in this life," he said looking at me. He held my waist and said, "Don't be afraid of it, be empowered by it. Be aroused by it! It is the truest form of power."
"Dorian... this is pure evil, and pure temptation." I made eye contact with the painting once again, "So to get this correct, whatever sins you commit, show on your painting?"
"Yes, that's right," Dorian said, confused.
"Well, in that case, let's just see how many I can add to that for you."
Dorian was taken back by my boldness, shock pure on his face as it melted to temptation and hunger. Without a word his hands moved from my waist to the back of my thighs, pulling me onto his lap, they then moved, snaking up as one hand grabbed my hair and the other going up my shirt.
"Be a good girl and don't disobey me," he pulled my hair to make me look at him, "understand?"
"Yes sir," I responded back in pure passion, while the in between of my legs get hot and damp. I felt the eyes of the painting on me as Dorian pulled off my nightgown exposing every inch of me to the cold attic air making my nipples grow hard. Dorian proceeded to start kissing and sucking everywhere. He started at my neck and moved down my collarbone. Making sure to suck a little extra on my nipples, down to my abdomen he kissed. Momentarily he stopped and looked up at me. Then without warning, he put a finger inside me. It was slightly curled to create more friction as he started to move it in and out faster and faster. He added another finger.
I couldn't breathe. Just Dorian's gaze alone manages to make me swoon. But this? I am a mess of nerves. Every touch is like electricity shocking through me. Every shock I receive, I want ten more. Feeling that I was close, Dorian stopped and removed his fingers.
"Dorian, please," I beg.
"Please what, Darling?" He asked in a teasing response. I stared tugging at his waistline. He grabbed my hands and looked up at me, "Use your words."
My face burned red as all the boldness I had earlier was definitely gone. I tugged at his waistline again silently begging him.
"Darling, what did I tell you? I said to not disobey me and to use your words. Now I'm going to have to punish you," Dorian smirked.
