The Virgin Duet

His eyes focus on my breasts, and with each thrust they bounce at the motion. In the past few weeks it’s like I’ve become his addiction. He can’t seem to stop touching me, looking at me, or making me tell him I’m his. I should be running, but I love it. I crave making him want me more, and baiting him into losing control.

“You going to cum again for me, Tink? I want to see it this time. Show me your clit.”

Reaching down, I spread my pussy lips, fully exposing my clit to him.

“Don’t touch it,” he growls and I know he’s talking about my clit. It’s ironic how he used to like to watch me make myself cum, but now he seems to get jealous when I touch myself. He can’t stand that he’s not the one giving me pleasure.

“Look at it,” he says, referring to my clit as he continues his thrust into me.

“It’s begging to be touched, full and engorged just for me,” he mumbles, talking more to himself than me, staring down at my pussy watching his cock disappear inside me, my clit begging for him.

“Please,” I beg, needing just a little more so I can cum again.

“Ask and I’ll give it to you, my little fairy.” I moan at his words. “I know what you want. You want me to cum deep inside you.”

“Please, oh God, please give it to me. Fill me Bray.”

Then his thumb is on my clit giving me the pressure I need, and I come again. My orgasm is long and sweet, my pussy grips his cock like I’m trying to pull his cum from him to fill me.

Bray lowers his body over mine, burying his face in my neck. He thrusts deeper, grinding himself inside me, and cumming like a madman. I can feel the strength leave his body as I take on most of his weight.

We both lie there for a long while. I’m dreading his leaving for work because I won’t be seeing him again until tonight. He calls me throughout the day now, but it’s not the same. Even though he’s apologized about my last visit to his office, I still haven’t gone back.

He kisses me on my neck, and slowly slides down my body and off the end of the bed. He pauses and looks down at me, my legs still open from his morning assault. The sight of his half-erect cock covered in our juices makes my pussy clench, already missing him inside me. When he pulled out, I could feel his cum run down my folds to my ass.

He stares, captivated. Bracing one hand on the bed, he slides his fingers up my thighs and onto my pussy.

“Don’t wash this off. I want you to walk around all day with me coating you. When I get home tonight, I’m going to bury my face between your legs, and you better still smell like me. You understand, Rebecca?” He phrases it like a question but his tone says otherwise.

“Maybe I’ll just stay right here all day. While you’re at work you’ll know I’m in bed, legs spread, waiting for your inspection,” I say, trying to bait him into staying home with me. The man works too much. Even on the weekends.

His cock jerks at my words, and is fully hard again in half a second.

“I’m sorry, little fairy, but you have a full day today.”

I moan at the reminder. Tonight Bray has a work charity event he’s taking me to.

“Don’t you want to go?”

“No, it’s fine,” I breathe out, but the look on his face makes me think maybe he would rather take someone else. “Do you not want to take me?”

“No it’s just— Never mind,” he says, running his fingers through his hair, something he does when he frustrated. I want to question him, but I’m not sure I want to know why he’s second guessing taking me.

“The stylist will be here at one, and I’ll be home around six.”

“Stylist?” I ask. “I’m sure one of the dresses in the closet will be fine.” Over the past few weeks the closet has slowly started to fill up with clothes I didn’t put there. I haven’t worn any of them, but I know I would have to use something in there for the event. Nothing I owned would be formal enough for tonight, and it seems like half the closet is filled with evening dresses.

“Hair and makeup,” he says simply, as if it’s normal to have someone do your hair and makeup. I color my own hair with boxed stuff, and just kind of splash the purple and pink everywhere. Maybe he doesn’t like my hair. I also don’t own any makeup, and it’s a bitter reminder I’m not like the other women in his world. But, for tonight, I can try. It’s just one night, and I haven’t left this penthouse in what seems like forever. Every time I need to go do something, I find Bray is taking care of it for me. Sometimes I think he doesn’t want me to leave the confines of this place.

“Good,” he says, and heads to the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on, and I roll over to reach for my phone. I have one message.

Sam: I need to see you.

Dread fills my stomach. I’m not sure why. I’ve been trying to get ahold of Sam for weeks without any luck. I’ve been worried but I’m also relieved that I haven’t had to chase him all over town to make sure he is okay. I haven’t had to make sure he isn’t hanging out with the wrong people, but maybe all I’ve done is left him to his own devices too long, and now he could really be in trouble.

“What’s wrong?” Bray says, interrupting my thoughts. I must have been lying here worrying for longer than I thought. He has a towel wrapped around his waist, and I regret not joining him in the shower. It’s something we haven’t done yet, but is mostly definitely on my new over-sexed to-do list.