Caroline|COMPLETED(L.T)

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That night, Caroline couldn't get any sleep at all. She was tossing and turning until the sun began to rise at six a.m., shining brightly through her windows once it was hanging in the sky. She didn't know why she was having a hard time getting some shut eye; she figured one of the reasons was because her butt was stinging nonstop, as if she had a billion paper cuts on it. Even when she turned in her stomach, the friction of the blankets caused her great discomfort. She was confused because when she had marks from the belt, she slept bad, but she still slept. Maybe it's true; the smallest scars hurt the worst. Then again, her mind wasn't letting her sleep. The thoughts she had running back and forth in her mind, juggling different scenarios she knew would never happen, kept her awake. 

Most of them involved Laurent, although she refused to admit it. She witnessed Laurent switch from sadistic to sultry and it messed her head up bad, but what made it worse was the fact that she liked it. She couldn't seem to erase the needy look in his eyes for her, and the way they glistened every time she let out a sound that pleased him. She could still feel the way his fingers were pleasing her so skillfully, and it felt like sex, yet she still hasn't done it. The feeling of his two thick fingers curling inside of her were stuck in her mind and the were times where she almost moaned aloud during the night. She didn't want to accept the fact that she wanted more from him, but she wouldn't be able to ignore it because they were in the same space. She's only ever touched herself once her whole life and she didn't like it at all, but she craved the way he touched her; so gentle and sweet yet hungry at the same time. The sharp inhales he would take every time she squirmed or jumped at the increasing pleasure played in her ears over and over along with the sound of his voice telling her how he loved how she tasted. 

Even now, as she laid in her bed staring up at the ceiling, the same burning feeling surfaced inside of her, much like it did the day before. She had the urge to reach down to her sweet sacred place and play with it a little bit, but she decided against it. She was hot and bothered and ready for him to touch her again, but she didn't want to do it now that he would be waking up soon. If he walked in on her pleasing herself because of him, he'd make sure she wouldn't hear the end of it. 

Little did she know, that was far from what he was thinking. In his room, Laurent laid awake as well with the same thoughts running through his mind, only dirtier. Last night was the first time he's ever touched one of his girls so soon, being that only had her for a few days now. Usually he'd wait until he was ready to give them what he wanted them to have, but Caroline was something else; she was more innocent than the rest and that drew him in ten times more. He couldn't seem to find a way to erase the faces she made last night out of his mind, and her moans and cries for more were on replay like a vinyl track. He could still feel her warm walls constricting around his fingers every time he hit her spot, and he could practically taste the sweetness that dripped form her innocent core. 

He knew he was getting aroused by it, and his dick was slowly starting to rise in his boxers, but the elasticity of the fabric restricted him just a bit. Unlike Caroline, he wasn't afraid to please himself, although he'd much rather have her do it for him. Without a second thought, Laurent slipped his hand under the covers and he grabbed the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down until his dick sprung free. He threw the blankets off of him and he shifted a little bit until he was comfortable. He wrapped his large hands around his thick shaft and he began to pump himself, slow at first, but faster the more he felt the heat rising in him. Once he started to stroke himself faster, he shut his eyes and he let out a few moans, Caroline's innocent face popping up into his mind. He imagined that she was the one pleasing him instead of his hand, and he pictured her lips wrapping around him, taking all of his inches down her small throat. Her eyes would be looking directly at him as she sucked him, and her hands would be at her sides as she skillfully slurped him up.