both of his hands on my head now and is spurring me onwards. And then I feel the explosion of heat in my mouth, a warm liquid. He roughly pushes me away. I catch myself with my hands as I fall backwards and look up in surprise. He’s staring down at me, beads of his sweat on his forehead. Without a word, he ejaculates on my breasts. The warm goo splatters onto my skin, cool in the night air, and runs down my front and sides, sticky.
Slowly his shuddering comes to a stop and he straightens up. “Not bad,” he says brusquely. “We’ll work on it. There’s still room for improvement.”
He reaches down and grabs the white t-shirt dress I had slipped out of earlier and tosses it to me. “Clean yourself up. And remember what I said. No touching yourself, unless I say so.” My pussy gives a pang of desire in protest at the thought alone.
“And don’t let me catch you trying to wander off again. Unless you really want to see what I can do with my belt. You do seem…curious…if your reaction to that light spanking was anything to go by.” He gives a wink and walks inside. I’m left, still kneeling on the terrace, my breasts covered in his cum. I watch his back retreat and despite my annoyance, I can only think of one thing—I want to cum again. And I want David to be the one who takes me there.
Chapter Eight
David
After I left Lilly on the terrace last night, the only thing I had energy for was a shower before I collapsed into bed. Part of me wanted to fuck her again, even harder than the first night, but more than anything, I wanted to tease her. She had already been so susceptible to my touch on night one. And she was so inexperienced—not yet attuned to her own body and what it was capable of. The prospect of keeping her in check for a day and then unleashing my fury on her… I knew it would be worth the wait. Maybe I also wanted to remind myself that I was in control and that I could control myself. Self-control is a trait I value and seek to exert in all facets of life.
Despite Lilly’s evident frustration at how yesterday ended, I wake up this morning to find her sweetly cuddled next to me in the giant bed. She’s like a kitten, the way she’s crept into a Lilly-sized nook, with her head nestled just below my shoulder.
“Hey.” I jostle my shoulder slightly. Reaching for the remote next to the bed, I push the button to put the automated blinds up. Sunlight seeps into the room, casting a yellow glow over her dark hair, which is messily tousled across my chest.
“Mm?” Her eyes open sleepily and she gives me a bleary look.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.” She seems to suddenly realize that she’s plastered her body against mine in her sleep and jerks back from me as if I’m on fire. “Sorry.”
“No need for apologies.” I stand up and start getting ready. A glance at my phone shows me I already have messages and missed calls waiting to attend to. “I have to get moving. You can order room service if you’d like.” I nod to the phone.
“Where’s the room service menu?” She sits up and looks around on the nightstand.
“No menu. Just tell them what you want. Coffee, omelet, croissant, bacon, poached eggs, eggs benedict with hollandaise. Whatever. They’ll make it.”
“Okay.” But she doesn’t make a move towards the phone or to get out of bed.
I finish getting dressed and give her a sharp glance. “And don’t forget what I told you yesterday.”
“About leaving the property? I won’t.”
“Not that.” I sit down on the side of the bed next to her and take her hands in mine. “No touching.” I lick my finger and slip my hand under the blanket, moving it down her bare stomach and between her legs. For just a few seconds, I rub her clit, letting her get wet. Then I pull back. “Remember, you agreed to be mine for the week. And I want your orgasms to be mine too. Don’t fucking touch yourself while I’m gone.”
“Okay,” she says meekly, looking disappointed.
“I want you ready for me later. Five o’clock. I should be done with work by then and ready for a little pre-dinner aperitivo.”
“What’s that?”
“Just a little pre-dinner cocktail.” I give her a suggestive look as I lick