Author's Note: I recommend you read the previous chapters before you read this. The chapter isn't standalone.
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"Ready?" he asks as we get up to head home. It's his home today. It's kink night. But I want more than pain. I've wanted to say this to him for a couple of days. I've whispered it in his ears when he's asleep. I say it to him out loud.
"Yes... Sir."
There's a moment of silence. Edward looks at me as if he's searching for something and then clears his throat.
"Did I hear that correctly?" he asks.
"Yes sir," I reply, my voice clear.
"Come here," he says and wraps his hand around my back. We walk to my car and once inside he speaks.
"Are you sure?" His eyes burn into mine. No hint of a smile, none. His stare unnerves me, it's like he could melt glaciers with it.
"Yes," I reply. And as I watch his face close the distance between mine, I know he's happy about this. When he kisses, he's not loving, or caring, or gentle. He kisses like I belong to him. His hand grips my neck and his teeth presses down on my lips. I whimper but he doesn't let go and pulls me closer instead and forces his tongue into my mouth. My mouth accepts him with need piling on inside me. Just as my tongue reaches out to meet his, he holds my hair and pulls my face away from his. I draw short breaths unable to look at him. His grip on my hair tightens and turns my head.
"That is the hottest thing I've heard in my life," he says.
"Thank you... Sir," I reply.
With one quick peck he lets me go. The journey to his home is excruciatingly slow. Every red light is against us. Every car moves slower. But, eventually we are in front of his gate. He holds my hand and we enter his house. After the door is closed, he walks to the three-person sofa at the center of the room and takes a corner seat.
"Come here," he says, tapping a hand on his lap. I sit on his left leg, my eyes glued to the floor, my legs between his knees. His hand slips below my thighs and with one fluid motion, I find myself lying on his lap. He scans me foot to head with a smile on his face. His hand reaches out to my feet and pull out my loafers. Stroking my thigh with one hand and my cheeks with the other, he speaks.
"So, you want to be my sub."
"Yes." Fingers press down slightly on my thigh, urging me to correct my mistake.
"Yes, sir," I say.
And as a reward, the hand on my thigh moves a little higher. I open my legs slightly and the smile on his face broadens.
"So hungry," he says and his hand snakes closer to my pussy. I lift my hips up, craving for contact but he moves his hand away and out of my dress.
"Edw... sir, please," I beg.
"Please, what?"
"Please... touch me."
"I am touching you," he says, one hand on my cheek and the other on below my knees.
"No... Touch me... there," I say, not able to look at him.
"My girl has gone all shy again. Where exactly do you want me to touch you?"
"Can you please touch my pussy, Sir?"
"That's better. Now, stand up, undress for me and back on my lap," he says. I get off his lap and take off my dress. I'm wearing a white lace bra and matching panties. His eyes lock onto mine and they've changed. Everything he's done today has been a little different. There's slightly more authority in his voice, his touch is rougher and I find my cheeks turn pink under his stare as I completely undress.
"Aren't you the blushing beauty? Come here," he says with a smirk on his face and my eyes seek the floor again. I take my spot, my back on the armrest and my ass between his legs. He pulls my head towards his for a kiss and again, it's rough. I awkwardly hold his face as he devours me. With one hand behind my neck, his other hand grips my breast and my moan is lost in his mouth. Fingers zero in on my nipple and a delicious cycle of pinching and rubbing starts. He stops kissing me and whispers.
"Touch yourself for me."
With his fingers twisting my nipple, I don't process it for a second. But the horror of it hits me seconds later. I remove my hands off his face.
"Sir... what?" I ask, taken aback. He surely can't mean it. He withdraws his hand from behind my neck and gently rests my back on the arm of the sofa.
"Show me how you fuck yourself, princess," he says, deserting my tit. He takes my hand in his and rests it on my pussy. I've never masturbated in front of someone. It's such a private affair and yet my hand defies me, rubbing the outer lips of my wet pussy. The shame, the humiliation! I want to stop but it feels incredibly hot to let Edward, to let Sir watch me like this. I close my eyes and start touching myself.
"That's it princess. Is this how you make yourself come when no one's watching you?" he asks, squeezing my right breast.
"Oh god, yes Sir," I say, panting. His words, the lewdness of it all. But each word invokes pleasure and I shove a finger into my hungry cunt. He grips my nipple and pulls it upwards drawing a shameful moan from me. Another hand makes its way to my lips and he pushes two fingers in. I suck his fingers, lost in the sensations flowing throughout me. He moves his fingers inside my mouth and my tongue seeks them out. After a few moments though, he pulls his fingers out and before I can figure out why, I feel his wet fingers on my cheek, spreading my saliva on my skin. To my absolute shame and shock, it turns me on. I spread my legs wider still as an orgasm rises inside me.
"Do you like this princess? Having your spit rubbed on your face?" he asks and I'm in a turmoil. My face is scarlet with shame. It turns me on and I know he's aware of it. Do I accept it? Accept that I like being humiliated?
