Connor's eyes are twinkling.
I brace myself. I know it's coming...
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Connor
I grab the remote in my pocket, waiting for the perfect moment.
Of course, if I could take her right here and right now, that’s what I would do. But we’re in a fucking opera house, sitting in a booth close to the one Natalie’s boss and the Royal Secretary have chosen - not exactly the most appropriate place, you know? But there’s something that I can do... We’re going to have some fun, don’t doubt it.
The opera house is completely packed, but thankfully the show is about to start. When the media found out that I was going to attend the opera, there was already a crowd at the door, much to the chagrin of the New Yorkers whose main interest was the opera and not the antics of European royalty.. Women called my name, waving at me and whistling. One woman even lifted her shirt over her head, baring her breasts at me, my name written in red ink all over her tits. It was flattering, but in that moment I couldn’t care less for it, no matter how voluptuous those tits might be.
Thankfully, that circus is over now. We’re sitting in a private booth, the lights have gone out and someone’s pulling the stage drapes to the side.
“It’s going to start,” Natalie whispers, and I smile at her. Oh, yeah, it’s going to start alright.
A lone woman wearing a corset, her face powdered in white, steps into the stage as the spotlight falls on her. She opens her mouth, the first musical notes exploding into the air as the orchestra starts to play... and that’s when I press the button on the remote. Natalie presses her legs together in a rush, her face showing complete surprise. She looks at me with a what the hell are you doing? expression. I shrug, telling her without words that I’m just making you have some fun. Good Lord, are we going to be one of these couples that never speak and only communicate telepathically?
She looks exasperated and so I do the next logical thing: I press the remote once more, making her twitch and widen her eyes at me with a threat implied there. I simply grin and squeeze her hand in mine. “This place is crowded. Act naturally,” I whisper, making her bite her lower lip in that endearing expression of hers.
“Connor, this is crazy!” She says, a hint of a smile dancing on her lips.
“I know, right?” I smile back at her. “Get used to it… I’m known to be somewhat crazy,” and with that I press the remote once more. She jumps in place, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a second.
“I’ll show you…” she whispers at me. “Do your worst.”
“Oh, I will. You’re in for quite a ride, love.”
She puts on her best smile and focuses on the stage, a few more women in corsets flanking what seems to be the leading lady. Oh, I’m in for some fun. I take the remote out of my pocket and turn the intensity to Low, pressing down on the button and not letting go. I can see her smile wavering, but then it comes back as strong as ever. Her legs are closed shut, though, and I can’t help but notice that she’s squirming in her seat.
I take my finger off the button but, the moment I see her relax, I press it immediately. She almost jumps up, but manages to hold it together.
“You’re completely insane…” She mutters under her breath, a note of delight in her voice. She’s right about it, I’m utter and completely mad… for her. I know, that might sound lame and just plain boring, but it's the truth. Besides, I don’t think that having her insert a remote controlled vibrator bullet inside her pussy classifies as boring, so I think I’m safe in that department.
She’s holding up quite nicely, so I decide to up the ante, turning the intensity to medium. She crosses her legs even though it isn’t really comfortable to do so in these seats, and I take it as a sign that she’s really starting to feel it.
“So, how are you holding up, love?” I ask with a smirk.
“Connor…” She says under her breath. “If I weren’t so wet right now, I’d totally kill you.”
“Wet, uh? I like that,” I make the like roll over my tongue slowly, the vowels coming drawled and heavy out of my mouth. Just knowing she’s wet is enough for me to feel my cock twitching inside my pants. Soon enough I’m going to be sporting a massive hard on..
“I could jump on you right now, Connor… Take this thing off of me and let’s just go home.”
“You know we can’t do that, love. Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”
“I hate you so much right --” I press the button, stopping her from finishing her sentence as she has to bite at her lip to stop from moaning. “Oh God…” She looks toward the stage with a blank look on her face, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she taps her foot furiously against the floor. Gritting her teeth, she balls her hands into fists, her fingers trembling ever so slightly - which tells me she has just came.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Connor…” She whispers between gritted teeth, the smile still on her face. “I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
“I know, love. But this is all we have now,” I say, pressing the button once more and making her close her eyes for a whole second. Regaining her composure, her smile comes back and she tries to feign a look of concentration. I can tell she has no idea what’s happening on the stage. Inside my pants my cock is growing harder a
nd harder,
each time I look at Natalie making my heart punch hard against my ribcage. I can see the pleasure that flickers behind her eyes, and I just love it. What’s better in life than to see a woman like her drowning in pleasure at your hands? Few things, I’d say.