Office Pet

With every word he said, the wetter I got. My hips started to shake with desire.

“Sit, there’s a chair behind you,” Kane said, gently nudging me backward. “Everything will feel so much more sensitive after this.”

When the back of my legs hit against the chair, I sat on what felt like a wooden seat covered with a soft towel.

“Move to the end of the seat and spread your legs.” A feathery finger brushed over the hood of my clit, making me gasp and shiver. “Do you want more of that?”

I wiggled forward and opened my legs wide. “Yes. So much more. Being touched after so long feels so fucking good.”

“Keep your hands on the arms of the chair. Only I can touch you. You have no idea how good it’s going to get. Before the night’s over, I’ll have touched and tasted every inch of your pussy. And when I’m done touching and tasting, I might slide my cock inside and fuck you until you beg me to stop and even then, I won’t.”

I needed to see his eyes, to look into them while he talked dirty. I turned my blindfolded face up towards where I felt his was, but I couldn’t catch a glimpse. Resigned, I lay my hands over the arms of the wooden chair and dug my fingernails in.

“Do you think you’d like that, pet?” A finger circled around my entrance, and my inner muscles clenched, trying to coax it inside. I concentrated on holding my thighs open and not clamping them shut and trapping his hand.

“What do you think I think?” I said on a raspy breath. My pulse raced so fast, I could hear the whoosh of blood through my veins.

He chuckled. A few seconds later a damp, warm cloth was placed on my shoulders. He ran the wet cloth up and down my skin, soaking every inch of me. After, he brought a sweet, lavender smelling soap to my nose and then touched it to my skin. Slowly, oh so slowly he massaged the soap, working it into a lather. Being touched after so long felt heavenly. It was like getting a massage.

Kane’s movements were leisurely, sensual, and methodical. He was in no hurry. The soap glided over my skin, and my breathing picked up speed. Who knew being washed by someone could have felt so sexy.

To stop myself from swaying and my hips undulating, I gripped the arms of the chair and did my best not to squirm or reach down to get myself off.

After soaping my mound, he pulled open the folds of my lower lips. “Every part of you is as beautiful as the next, and I want to see every inch of your pussy.” Gently, his finger glided down one side and then the other. Using precise and painstakingly slow strokes, Kane continued to wash me.

“Move forward a little more,” he ordered. “When I said I wanted to see every inch of your pussy, that meant your asshole, too.”

My pussy and anus clenched, and I bit my lip to hold back the moan that hovered there.

“You like that don’t you, dirty girl?”

He applied more soap around my ass cheeks and once again took his time washing me. Being fucked in the ass was one of my darkest and dirtiest fantasies. A fantasy I was sure Kane would have no problem fulfilling.

“Finished.” He wiped my soapy flesh with a warm, wet cloth from front to back and then patted me dry with a soft, cotton towel. I could hear him stand back and look over my now spotless body. “You’re drenched.” To demonstrate, he slid his fingers back and forth through my sopping folds. As if the need to come wasn’t already strong enough.

“Can I feel?” I begged.

He took my hand and guided it between my legs.

“Mmmhmm.” I loved the smoothness, the silkiness, and the sexiness of my pussy. I moved my fingers to my lower lips, and I couldn’t help but slide a finger around my opening and then up to my throbbing clit. I didn’t want to stop. I’d missed touching myself and making myself come on my fingers.

“Enough,” Kane instructed.

“Can’t I play for a little while longer?” I asked in a breathy whisper. “It’s been so long.”

He stilled my hand with his. “I said that’s enough. Don’t make me lock you up again.”

Not wanting to go through that particular torture again, I snatched my fingers away.

“I see you’ve learned your lesson.” He chuckled a bit.

“You have no idea.”

He placed his palms on top of my knees and pushed them as wide as they could go, exposing me to whoever else was with us. The longer I was in the room with other people, the more I didn’t mind and the more turned on I got. If I was honest, being watched but not being able to see was a heady aphrodisiac.