Through The Woods Pt 02

Checking what's inside I unpack a few matching sets of an expensive lingerie brand, one prettier and sexier than the other. He has a thing for red, white and black lingerie and I can't deny that they look way better on me than in that carton. I grab a white set and put it on, covering it with a white sundress. He didn't say anything about short dresses and this one is so forbiddingly short. Proud of myself for finding a loophole, I imaginary pat my shoulders.

My hips swing side to side as I leave my house and go to work, my mind still giddy because of the happenings last night. I didn't sleep that good since quite some time. The moment I sit down in my car, my phone lets me know there's an incoming message. "Good Girl" is written across my phone screen. I can't hold back the frustrated scream that's leaving my mouth and not the weird feeling of heat that's shooting through my body. I shake my head, not caring to answer smashing my phone to the side. It's a sunny day but getting cloudy during the afternoon. The missing sun has me shivering in my light sundress and gives me chills all over my body. Right before my closing shift at work, I hear a knock on my office door.

My assistant opens the door, holding a huge bag in her hands. "Jade? Here's a package for you, someone just left it at the front desk." Already lost in my thoughts again, I nod and gesture her to leave it on my desk. I grab the little note in anticipation of what's written on it.

*I must admit that sundress is extremely hot. Very tempting too. Just imagine how easy it would be to lift it up, expose you and thrust right in... anyways. It's getting cold, Kitten, do me a favor and cover yourself with this coat. ~ D.*

Putting the note away I unpack a beautiful coat of some expensive designer brand, my size too, not that it does surprise me at all. He has a good taste; I'm giving him that. Thankful for the warm clothes try it on, ready to head home. Grabbing bag and phone I turn to go, wish everyone on the way a wonderful rest of the day and head to my car. A silly smile curving my lips on the drive home. I still wonder who he is, how I happened to catch his attention. He's so tall, muscular, good looking too from what I've seen last night. So sexy in his whole appearance that it hurts. I wonder what color his eyes might be like. I shake my head, surprised about myself that I'm not scared of him at all. Something tells me he won't harm me in any way.

Thinking about my dinner I park my car and head inside just to open the door again seconds after I slipped inside and closed it. The ring of my bell has me confused and the delivery guy in front of my door even more. "Umm, hey. I didn't order anything, you must be mistaken," I tell him, but he shakes his head, checking the address again.

"Jade?" I nod, "Well then this' for you. It's already paid. Enjoy." He spins around and is gone, leaving a package of something deliciously smelling in my hands. I get rid of my coat and shoes, my mouth already watering for what's inside that bag. I unpack some little boxes of Chinese food, and everything smell unbelievably good. I devour one box after the other and the taste has me moaning with every bite. My eyes roll back with every new flavor I get to taste and I'm certain I never had better food in my entire life. A pling of my phone has me holding on.

"If you keep moaning like that for food..., how will you moan with my cock inside your mouth? Or even better... when I'm entering my new home and bury myself deep inside that fertile little pussy of yours?" My eyes wide open, I'm coughing like a maniac with those last words, gasping for air. I look around, checking every corner of my living room. How? How does he know? Another pling.

"You won't find the cameras, kitten. Just know... I'm always watching you." My face blushes in the brightest shade of red. I really did put on a good show for him, moaning like a maniac enjoying my dinner. Well-fed and satisfied I go into my bedroom, changing into something more comfortable. A tiny shorts and a crop top will do. Certain that he has cameras in this room as well I take my time covering myself. Pulling the top down my chest a thought shoots through my mind. What if...? I pull my shirt back up, my shorts back down my legs and place myself on the middle of the bed with my legs spread wide and an evil grin on my face. He likes to watch, so I hope he will enjoy the show.

My hands wander up and down my body, down my sides and back up. My beathing gets heavier, my legs begin to shake in anticipation. I don't touch myself where I want it the most. My fingertips caress the sides of my breasts, tingle around my nipples which are hard like little rocks already. My heavy breathing stucks and my eyes roll back the second I touch both of my nipples with my hands. I arch my back, my hips rock and I let out a long moan "Fuuuuck...".

That's the moment when I hear my phone ring in the other room. Not caring about it I continue what I was doing. I alternately pinch and pull my nipples, circle my hips and get lost in my thoughts thinking about last night. The throbbing mess between my thighs begins to soak the mattress I'm laying on. I should've thought about bringing a towel but it's too late for that now. My pussy juices run out of me down my pussy lips, passing my back door before dripping down onto the sheets. A whimpering noise later I can't help myself but snap against both nipples at the same time to ease some tension.

I rock up and a silent scream fills the air. I do it again, and again, making it rather worse than better. Not letting go of my left nipple, I let go of the right just to reach for my nightstand, grabbing my favorite dildo out of the drawer. He wants to know how I sound sucking cock? He can have that. I take the dildo in my right hand, hold it in front of my mouth and let my tongue lick it from the basement to the tip while rolling back my eyes, putting on a show for him. I know he's watching; I can feel it. It's the same feeling I have when he follows me throughout my day. My mouth opens on its own and I slide the dildo past my lips, taking as much of it as I can in one try. I try to focus but my eyes shut on their own and when the toy hits the back of my throat, I can't help myself but gag on it, pushing it in just a bit farther.

Drool runs out of my mouth as I clench my legs together in a desperate try to get rid of some tension. My phone rings again, still in the other room, and I couldn't care less about it. If he wants me to stop, he will have to come in himself and make me. I moan like a bitch in heat, sucking off that silicone toy, thrusting it in and out of my mouth. My pussy juices cover the inside of my legs and most of the bed sheets underneath of me. I'm making a mess, and I can feel an orgasm build just by giving head, imagining it's his cock instead of a dildo. On the edge of my orgasm I stop, spread my legs, pull my knees close to my upper body and ram that toy into my pussy with one hard thrust. A loud scream fills the air and I'm about to cum, still trying to hold it back. I'm not done yet to put on my show. I slide the dildo in and out, hit my g-spot every other time.

I'm shaking and quivering, pleading words leave my mouth. I beg and plead for an orgasm I'm about to give myself, but something tells me that I want, no, that I need his permission to cum. I increase speed and thrust the toy inside of me, almost too hard, too painful. I heard a weird sound before a "Cum for me, Kitten" fills the air and I release myself with a loud scream, shaking and begging continuously as I orgasm as hard as never before. My juices squirt all over the place, hit my face, the floor and make my hands all wet. My eyes went shut as I slowly calm down and come back to earth, not able to move a single inch more than is necessary to remove the toy and throw it to the side. "Good girl. You've done so well for me, Kitten. That was the hottest thing I've seen. Next time, you'll do it on my cock. You'll scream Daddy's name when you cum for him, and you will ask for his permission like a good girl before he lets you."

I drift off into sleep, not able to cover myself or to grab the blanket. As I wake up the next day, I'm a living burrito, the blanket covering my still naked body. He and I will have to have a talk about those cameras, and when that means that I do have to provoke him until he comes for me, I will do exactly that.