out that survey for The Cage, but some of this stuff was never mentioned. Even the wine, for goodness sake? I’ve never had this type of wine before, or at least I don’t think so, and it matches my tastes perfectly. It’s delicious, exactly what I enjoy.” She unhooked her red satin bra. It dropped to the floor, releasing two lovely globes of tawny flesh with dark areolas and hard nipples.
“I told you… I can read people. Especially women. Keep going. The panties. Off.” He pressed his back against the couch and kept masturbating, his dick now hard as a rock. She’d gotten under his skin, in a good way. He enjoyed every second of roughing her up. And he’d enjoy every second of tearing her down. She shimmied out of a pair of red panties, stepping out of them when they pooled around her ankles. “Stand there and just watch me.”
She nodded.
“What do you see?”
“You.”
“Me doing what?”
“Jerking off.”
“No, no, no. You have to dig deeper, look beyond that. Listen to the question carefully. That’s an old tape…” He swallowed as he climbed the ladder of stimulation, his eyes resting on her magnificent body. She tilted her head to the side, her expression unsure. “Yasmine.” He whistled. “Now come here.” He curled his finger and beckoned her over.
She rounded the coffee table and stood before him, staring at his cock, her pupils dilated as if she were in a trance. “Don’t look at my damn dick. Look at me! In the eyes.” She quickly snapped out of it and gazed into his eyes. “What do you see?” He panted, paused, then continued… pacing himself.
“I see that you’re sexually excited.”
“And what’s telling you that?”
“Your eyes…”
He smiled.
“Exactly… my eyes, the way I’m breathing. Look at me from the waist up to get important clues. Sex is layered. It requires the mental and the physical. What’s going on below the waist is the last component. What does my skin look like? How do I sound?”
“It’s tan… a little glossy. You’re sweating a little… and breathing harder.”
He began to move on the love seat, stroking his dick in a sensual rhythm. He could see it was hard for her to resist looking at his nature. She was now fighting it.
“Get on your damn knees and sit at my feet.”
She eagerly crouched before him, as if he were an altar. He leaned forward and grabbed the back of her head, his fingers becoming entangled in a thick black mass of hair, and forced her down onto his cock until she gagged. Nails dug into his hips and dragged as she held on, tearing at his flesh. After five good, rough pumps, he abruptly pulled her off him. Her mouth hung open, need and desire in her eyes.
“I didn’t want to stop!” She sounded as if she’d been violated by his abrupt retreat.
He began stroking himself once more… teasing her…
“You taste me now on your tongue, don’t you? My precum. Swallow it.” He watched as her throat constricted. “Stand up.” She got back to her feet. “What scares you right now?” he asked, his voice cracking as he fought his desire to pull her to him for more, so much more…
“That this is who you are… that you’re really like this.”
“That’s not what scares you the most. You knew that this is who I really am since that first night at The Cage. You said so yourself when I called you on the phone the first time afterward.”
She swallowed and averted her gaze for a brief moment.
“That… I like the way you are… I like this. I love this! It’s… shameful… but I crave it so badly.” She blinked several times, clearly overcome as the realization set in.
“Another old ass, defunct, stupid tape.” He sucked his teeth. “You think what I’m doing to you is wrong? You hate that it arouses you? To be turned on by the way I’m looking at you… the way I’m talking to you… treating you?! I’m not wounding you; I’m worshiping you…” He jerked his cock hard, pulling and yanking the rigid flesh, his knee now knocking into her leg.
“Your desires are normal. A man who likes you, touching himself because you’re near, isn’t strange. It’s perfect. Complete adoration. I’m in awe of you… It’s proving to you that you can make me cum just by being here next to me. Just by… standing there… Just… by the scent of you…” He panted hard and loud as his back bucked