I'm frozen in my tracks. You're fucking Abbie. She's bent over your desk and you're fucking her from behind. And you're grinning. My jaw hangs open. I'm not sure what to think yet. Am I shocked? Am I turned on? Well yes. Jealous? I don't know yet. I look into your eyes and pull my mouth closed until I'm biting my lower lip instead. I so wish you were fucking me, that much I do know.
"Sit in the corner pet."
"Yes Sir." My eyes flick to each of the corners of the room.
"That one." You gesture towards the one behind me. I take a step to turn.
"Move properly!"
Fuck! I drop to my hands and knees and crawl away from you. My head's down, hair hanging in my face. I reach the corner and turn round to kneel straightening my back and letting my hands rest on my thighs. I have a perfect view of you, from your feet all the way up your legs where I gaze at the sight at the top of them. Your trousers are undone and pushed down onto your thighs. Your fingers are digging into the flesh on her hips where you're holding Abbie, pulling yourself into her. You're slowly sliding your cock almost all the way out, enough so that I will see its shiny wet tip, then ploughing right back into her.
Higher. I take in your stomach and chest, lightly covered in hair, showing through your open shirt. Then finally your face. And you're looking right at me gazing back at you. I can't read your expression. Is it pleasure that's making your eyes close a little or are you mocking me?
I glance at Abbie. Her eyes are closed and she's pouting. She's mewling and gasping quietly. There's no doubt that she's enjoying herself.
I grin. I can't help it. She looks amazing. So do you. And I know that sooner or later, hopefully sooner, I'll feel what she's feeling. And that look in your eye, even if it is mocking, means you want me to feel what she's feeling too. As much as I want to be where Abbie is, watching you fuck her is turning me on so much.
My legs part slightly and one of my hands begins to slowly stroke up my thigh. I look at you as my hand slides all the way between my thighs and my fingers touch my lips. You're not looking my way now. Your eyes are forward looking at Abbies back. Your face is upturned and with every thrust into her. Your lips part just enough for me to see your teeth. I want to watch you, to drink in every detail of your pleasure.
My fingers slip easily past my pussy lips and feel the heat and wetness inside. My clit is a rock hard bud that feels as though it's almost vibrating with need. My finger brushes past it and the shock that is sends out makes me quietly gasp. I look again to you. Abbie looks up from the desk. Her hair is starting to stick to the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She looks over to me through half lidded eyes and sees me masturbating. Her eyes widen.
"Oooh," she purrs, "you really are a slut." It's the first time she speaks to me directly. I'm not sure if I should reply but I don't know what to say so I say nothing.
She grins and closes her eyes again as her head rolls back to face forward.
"Your slut's enjoying the show after all".
My fingers rub up and down my slit, wetness spreading onto my hand and thighs. I part them more and slide my left hand down to pull to my clit hood up exposing it fully to my rubbing fingers. I've still not cum yet. I can feel it starting to build, that tingle deep inside but I still don't know if I should let it happen. But I so need to.
I lean back against the wall and tilt my hips forward and slide my fingers into my pussy but it still feels empty and aches for your cock. If you look you'll see every part of me now. I want you to see. Look at me. Please look.
But you don't look. You ignore me, you even ignore Abbie's comment about me. I feel invisible now and once again very small. Have you forgotten about me? I don't know what to do. I feel as unsure and afraid as I did when I walked in your door.
To watch you fucking is such a sight. The heat is burning inside me. I want you so much right now it hurts.
"Turn around."
At first I think you're talking to Abbie, telling her you want her on her back. She must think that too because her head has lifted again, trying to look over her shoulder at you.
"Not you." You grip her hips harder and slam deep into her causing her back to arch and a moan to escape her lips. "You!" You're looking at me. "And keep your hands behind your back where I can see them from now on."
I slowly turn around and face the wall. My knees are pulled under me and I draw my hands together behind my back, not holding each other, my palms facing backwards. Open. They're exactly as handcuffs would hold them.
My knees are starting to ache from kneeling on the hard floor. I shuffle my position a little and my heels dig into my bottom a little. The pain had subsided but my heels dig into the welts and the pain renews itself making me wince.
The image of how you look fucking her is burned into my brain. My nipples, my pussy, my stinging cheeks all serve to remind me that when you're finished with her you'll want me.
So I wait. I've always waited. For today, for you. I relish being caught in the bondage of your words. It's so much more powerful than any physical bonds. I hear Abbie gasping and panting, moaning as she approaches her orgasm. I'm not listening to her now though. I'm just waiting.
I'm feeling the welts now. Really feeling them and understanding what they mean to me. And as I do I feel my pussy tighten. My hips rock a little. I close my eyes and feel the beginning of an impossible orgasm. My heels are grinding into my burning welts. Each rock sends fire through me and rests at my clit. My breath is deep and slow. Oh, do you know where I am? My head drops. I'm so still. I could never cum without touching or being touched but I can let the feeling flood me.
I'm startled by a soft hand on my shoulder. I look up and round. Abbie is dressed and smiling at me. She has an envelope in her hand and I think I understand who she is now. You've just paid her!
"He wants you over there now," she says kindly with the emphasis on 'you', and gestures with her head but her eyes don't leave mine.
I gaze at her. She's not just pretty. She's beautiful. Her eyes are the clearest blue with a darker blue ring round the edge and the longest lashes frame them perfectly. She touches my cheek with the back of a finger and strokes downwards towards my parted lips. I meet her finger with my tongue and gently suck the tip for a second before she blinks and pulls away.
She looks over to you then back to me smiling.
"Go on," she urges as she turns for the door.
I wait until I hear it click shut and lift up onto all fours. Before I turn I take a deep breath. The crawl across to you takes forever. My knee slides up to my wrist, my hand moves forwards. Every step is measured and steady. My head is low, my back is dipped making my hips and my shoulders rock as I move.
I reach you. You're standing, feet apart, facing me. I stop and sit back on my heels again. I don't know what to do next. I wait. You wait. What are you waiting for? What do you want me to do? Anything? Nothing?
