"I choose the Masters team" she finally announced, with a firm resolve. And she saw him nod, with approval in his eyes, and for some reason, that made her even wetter, the thought of pleasing him. She didn't even know why she wanted to do so in the first place. And at that moment, Master Greyson came, hard and fast, spilling his seed onto the floor. And Mikhail slid out of him, walking the few steps to meet her, in all his naked glory. Fuck, this man was big. He was never going to fit into her! Raven thought, as her eyes strayed to his penis. That was something to worry about for another day though, they weren't having sex today.
He offered his hand, staring into her eyes, knowing she was scared, an offering a genuine smile, to still as much of her fears as he could. He'd wanted her to choose his group. Badly needed her to. It seemed so insignificant, to admit that he'd gotten very much addicted to her, in just few days of knowing her. The scent of her when she aroused, or at the peak of escatsy, the taste of her, the feel of her, he needed to experience that one more time or he was going to go fucking insane. He'd gotten drunk over and over again, on the heady scent of her panties. He'd discovered another scent to her. She scented of strawberries as well. Not just the lavender and orchids.
It behooved him to acknowledge that he was jealous. Jealous of a girl he hadn't met until just a few days ago, even though he'd fantasized about her much longer than that. He didn't want to share her. Didn't want her kissed by anyone else. Which was weird because he'd never felt possessive of any woman in his entire life.
As soon as she took his hand, he led her to the nearest table, closeby to them, then he started loosening the belt strap, on the jacket she was wearing, which was the only thing covering the sexy lingerie he knew was underneath. And her hands squeezed around his, stopping him
"I can't..." She said, flustered and gittery and for the first time, he saw her truly blush, and it was divine! From her temples down to her collar bone. God she was embarrassed. Didn't she know she had a fucking hot body? That women would die for, and men would die to drink from? Taste of? But they never would because she was fucking his. It humbled him, a woman this independent, a queen with all her pride, was pleading, albeit silently. No, the look wasn't for her. She didn't deserve to plead to, or beg anyone. Queen usually didn't. No, She deserved to always be adorned in pearls, regaled for the royalty that she was!
He felt a little guilty for letting her pass through this. But this was good for her. He'd studied her, known she hadn't had a serious relationship in a fucking long time, which was good for him, but she needed an experience like this in her life, and he was glad he was the one that was going to provide it.
"You're fucking embarrassed by the people outside, watching? They're just onlookers Rae. An audience. People like you and I. They don't mean anything. Focus on me, just me. I'm the one who's about to bring you to the peak of pleasure, not them" he bent to nuzzle her neck.
He was about to make the matters even worse for her, she didn't yet know. That was when he started to address the people outside:
"For this session, I'd like the audience standing outside, to come into the room, each and everyone of you, granted you don't crowd my scene, so you can get a closer view at the slaves, being played with" he addressed the outside crowd
"What? What Mikhail, what are you doing?! Oh god!" Raven staggered, panicked, the only thing keeping her from not running away there and then, was the firm grip of Mikhail's hand around her biceps
"I'm conquering your fear of crowds little one. You think they will judge you, you worry about what they think, their opinion, making yourself always look right and presentable in the eyes of a crowd, in public. Always in control. Well, I'm about to shatter that control, and it is befitting to do so in front of a crowd as well, no? I'm going to show you just how much they don't matter. I'm going to show you that at that deciding point, the only name you're going to be screaming is mine, begging me to take make that last step, to make you cum." And he tore her jacket off of her.
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SEVEN DAYS
Short Story"What colour of panties are you wearing?" "Excuse me?" She countered "I won't repeat the question again" "Red. They're red" she swallowed "Reach below your gown. Pull it. And hand it over to me" "Why would you want it? It's just a piece of material...
