Pheonix Night High

Wet Dream?

(Continued) EJ P.OV.

I slid three fingers along her throat as my eyes dropped to Aorah's lips. "What if I fucked you from the back. Making your sweet pussy cum all over me." I continued.
I honestly expected to see Aorah's face contort into disgust. I never seen Aorah into any of this. She is too innocent for my type of game. I waited for her to pull away. For her to tell me to never get near her again. But that was not what happened. Aorah pursed her lips, her eyes darted over my lips before returning to meet my gaze. She opened her mouth to speak but she seemed as though she didn't trust herself. Aorah was hot to the touch. She seemed lost in thought. I shook my head, "I don't think you would be up for it, Aorah." Aorah clutched the seat of the couch. She looked like she was contemplating. I stood to walk away. I told her what I wanted, she could either take me up on my offer or let me walk out of the mansion. "EJ!" She cried out desperately.

I turned around with my hand on the handle of the mansion door. I didn't want her to see any feelings if she rejected me so I stood there expressionless. I heard her slip off the couch and shuffle her way towards me slowly but surely. Two feet away from me she lowered herself to the ground on her knees. She stared up at me with those wide brown eyes and an innocent expression that driven me crazy ever since she started to go out with me.
"Do you want me to kneel like this?" Aorah whispered.
My chest rose and fell in harsh breaths, and I surrendered to the passion that was driving me crazy with lust, the need to have my dick buried in her slick pussy. I dragged my hand through my aurburn-brown hair pushing the hair out of my face. I walked to the front of her brushing her hair out of her face. Her eyes closed as my hand glided through her thick black locks. She purred into my touch. I had to admit that got my cock twitching with urgency. "Aorah, I will only say this once. You can not touch me." I demanded. Aorah drew in a harsh breath, "okay."
"I want you to respond to me as 'master'. Do you understand that." I inclined. 
Her eyes shot open, I lifted my brow challenging her to deny my request, I needed to test her commitment. If she could do that she would be willing to take on my kinky intrests. "Yes, master," she responded in a mere whisper. I held her hair gently in one hand, my other hand lifting my hoodie showing my button and fly of my black denims. Aorah's eyes dropped to my lower half, I was only a few inches away from her face. I undid my fly and pulled down the zipper. I don't want her to see this just yet. I changed my mind and told Aorah to stand. Aorah moaned as my mouth covered hers again, harsh and brutal. I allowed my hands to clasp her wrists, pushing them behind her back and holding them unforgivingly. Aorah gasped as my shark like teeth grazed her lower lip. I had to break the kiss. I had to be gentle with Aorah. She knows nothing of this type of foreplay and I want to take it slow for her. I took my time to explore her soft mouth. I could tell Aorah was expecting a rough kiss. My lips pecked her softly alternating between both lips, she met my passion with the same rhythm. I pushed her backward. I broke the kiss and threw her over my shoulder carrying her to the bedroom. She moaned softly, partially because I squeezed her thighs in the process. I opened the door and walked with her toward the bed. I put her down in front of me. She looked at me confused. I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned with my hand, "Take off the hoodie, Kitten."
She was hesitant but proceeded with my demand. She pulled the hoodie over her head and her breasts bounced as she relaxed. Her body was practically screaming 'come take over me, I want this'.

"I can't wait to make you scream with my dick pounding inside of you."

Aorah bit her lip smirking at me, "I don't want to wait."

She was growing confident.  She was teasing me. How cute. "Take that off." I motioned to her panties. She slowly slid the lace off her wide hips swaying a little. The triangle of soft, fine hair at the apex of her thighs beckoned to me. I stood up pulling the hoodie off and over my head. "Oh my god," Aorah breathed out. She stared at my well defined chest. She timidly lifted her hand to touch me but then dropped it. I stood before her barely inches away. I had to remind myself to take things slow. My hands slowly slid down her arms, completely belying the frenzy tightning my navel. Her body was so perfect. Her breasts were so plump. Her body hour glass looking. My hands raised to cup her breasts. They were just as soft as I imagined. Aorah's head fell back with the cry of pleasure, and I kneaded her breasts. My mouth dipping to the smooth column of her neck. Aorah moaned out my name. My dick twitched with how heavenly she sounded. She raised her hands gliding them along my hard, flat stomach.
"Fuck, no!" I hissed against her lips drawing back.
I grabbed her wrists, throwing her on the bed. She backed onto the bed. I grabbed her ankles and yanked her lower towards me. I wrapped her wrists with the head scarf she would always use to go to sleep. I tied the other end of it to the headboard. She looked so vulnerable and scrumptious. She closed her legs and she tried to get out of the binds. I looked at her questioningly.