A Kiss Stolen

Her eyes dart to mine in shock.

“Touch yourself,” I command. “Put me in your mind,” (and heart) the whisper comes from nowhere into my head. For a split second it stuns me, then it makes me mad. She is already trying to wrap me around her little finger. It won’t work. I hate her. “And touch yourself,” I order harshly. “Put on a show for me, Liliana. Behave like a whore for me.”

Her eyes widen in disbelief.

“Is there a problem?” I enquire pleasantly, while thoroughly enjoying her humiliation the way she had once enjoyed mine. I need to escape from the torment and guilt that hangs over my head endlessly like a curse.

The silence seems to drag on forever as the angry tears once again fill her eyes, but the fury in them is also not overshadowed. She shuts her eyes as her hand begins to move towards her cunt and a burst of anger shoots through me.

“Open your fucking eyes,” I roar.

She recoils from the sudden outburst, her eyes snapping open.

“Don’t make me tell you again,” I remind her, leaning back against the chair.

Her gaze stays on me as her fingers inch towards her beautiful cunt. My mouth starts watering, my breathing is quietly ragged, and my cock threatens to burst out of my underpants. Outwardly, though, I remain calm, almost casual, as I watch her.

What is it about her?

Why does she alone have this tremendous effect on me? I am twenty-four years old, but I feel as if I have lived for a hundred years. During that time I have lost count of the number of women I have fucked to exhaustion. Not one compares to the excitement of seeing Liliana Eden, naked, and opened wide right in front of me.

“Palm yourself,” I instruct.

Her hand covers her wet flesh.

“Press harder.” I have to fight to contain the growl of the monster inside me. When she obeys, I see her juices well up between her fingers and run down. A chuckle of satisfaction passes my lips at the pretty sight. She wants this as much as I do. “Take your hand to your mouth and taste yourself.”

Her defiant eyes condemn me. They tell me she will never forgive me for what I am doing to her. She doesn’t know it turns me on even more … to force her.

Bringing her hand to her lips, she sticks her tongue out and tastes herself. Although, she deliberately affects a bored expression, it is unconsciously sensual. Enough for my lips to part with thirst. I’ve been holding my breath without realizing it. “Lick your fingers clean, slowly ... one after the other. Don’t make me remind you to keep your eyes on me.”

She follows my instruction, licking away the creamy moisture on her hand.

“You must be very aroused, your clit is so fucking swollen.” I lift my gaze to hers, a satisfied smile on my face. Bright color fills her cheeks. “Stroke it,” I command. “Hard and fast.”

She begins to flick the pink bud. It is as clear as day in the tightening of her jaw, and her quick shallow breaths that she is fighting the pleasure.

I lean forward. “Faster.”

She increases her movements, and in spite of herself, her hips begin to writhe. Her chest starts rising and falling rapidly, revealing the heightened pace of her heart. Her eyes become half-slits, with blue irises glittering between thick lashes. Soon her lust takes over. She gives up pretending to be unaffected and openly chases her climax to its conclusion. Her left hand grips the base of the chair to contain the violent bursts of desire coursing through her body. I watch her jerk and convulse, her breasts jiggling, with deep fascination. She is beautiful when she comes apart. It is a shame when she finally remembers where she is and the situation she is in. She forces her eyes open to look at me. There is utter contempt.

Showing such naked contempt is a mistake on her part. I hold all the cards.

“I’m afraid that was too brief,” I drawl. “I want a full show. Please do it all again. This time imagine I am not here and don’t be shy. Touch yourself better than any man ever can. Squeeze your breasts, play with yourself, and fuck your own hole hard.”

Her eyes widen and she swallows hard.

“You have fucked your own hole before, have you not, little Liliana?” I taunt.

“I have not,” she denies breathlessly.

Yet another lie. “Should I come over then to teach you what you need to—”

“No!” she barks out immediately.

Her terror makes me laugh softly. I say nothing, just continue to gaze at her in her position of utter vulnerability and subjugation. “Well then impress me with what you can do to yourself.”

She breathes easier when she sees that I’m not bent in my proposition to teach her. “I need to shut my eyes,” she says, resentfully.

“You may,” I concede with an amused smile.

Taking a deep breath, Liliana Eden shuts her eyes and begins. She takes her left breast in her hand and squeezes it gently. Her tongue slips out of her mouth and wets her bottom lip as her right hand pinches her reddish nipple, before slithering downwards. She rubs the swollen bud of her sex, and her clit is still so tender her ass almost lifts off the chair.

Her free hand tangles in her hair. The soft moans that fall from her lips make me want to shoot out of my chair and stick my tongue inside her. The tip of her finger eventually slips into her pink pussy and everything in me goes still. With my frame pushed forward, I watch as she gently digs in and out of herself.

“Faster,” I grunt, leaning forward.

She obeys, but her movements are uncoordinated almost as though she doesn’t care. That infuriates me. I know she’s no innocent. A beauty like her would have been with dozens of men so why is she deliberately behaving in this clumsy way?

I don’t even realize I’ve shot out of my chair until it crashes backwards. Her eyes pop open and a small startled scream escapes her lips as she tries to scramble away. My chest feels like it is on fire. I catch her by the waist and bodily lift her slender frame off the chair, her limbs flail in the air.

“Let me go,” she cries, but her struggles barely register on me. When she realizes she is no match and her movements are causing more friction between our bodies, she stops struggling.

I sit her back on the chair. With my hands on either side of it I lower my frame to stare directly into her eyes. “Are you testing me?” I ask, my voice dangerously quiet.

She is breathing heavily, her chest heaving hard, but she shakes her head. As I continue to stare into her eyes I feel her slowly begin to submit. Without taking my eyes off hers I spread her legs roughly apart and hook them back over the arms of the chair.

I grab her mound, the slick wet folds spreading out at my touch. Her juices soak my fingers. At that moment I would have given up my entire fortune to taste her. I want nothing more so I drop down to my knees, my hand against her to hold her in place, and cover her pussy with my mouth.

It is like coming home!

As I suck her cream into my mouth, my teeth nibble eagerly at the white bud protruding from its pink hood. It has been tormenting me from across the room and it is a relief to take it into my mouth. In between dirty curses and furious cries of shame and humiliation she writhes and groans with pleasure.

At one point she tries to push me away, but I am impossible to budge. Without releasing her clit, I plunge my fingers into her. Her head falls back when I start finger fucking her, pumping in and out so fast my fingers are a blur.

I hear her struggling to breathe as she thrashes fiercely against me, but I lost the ability to empathize a very long time ago. Sadistically, I keep thrusting into her until she quivers uncontrollably. Her hands claw in my hair, as her teeth sink deep into my shoulder in an effort to make me stop, but her body speaks a different language, writhing ferociously in tandem to the onslaught of my fingers.

She only releases my shoulder when she explodes in a powerful rush of passion, her body bowing, her mouth opening in a scream, as the first burst of her cum splashes into my mouth and face. It runs down my throat, and soaks my shirt.

Her clima

x is so strong she becomes unaware of herself. Strands of hair are glued to her forehead, her breasts are up in the air, and her mouth locked in a wide open O. Unthinkingly, she grabs my hand and holds on to it, pressing herself hard against me to relieve the torrent of ecstasy still shaking her to her very core. Mesmerized by the intensity of her climax I can only stare.

Then, overcome by emotion, helpless tears seep out of her half-closed eyes.

I rise to my feet and look down at her as she fights to catch her breath. She is a beautiful mess. Her eyes fly open and she stares at me with hatred. Her eyes slide away from mine contemptuously and drop to my fingers. What she sees makes her blink and I quickly follow her.

There is pink blood on my fingers!

I freeze with shock as my brain refuses to accept the evidence of my eyes. It is impossible. The spoilt rich bitch cannot possibly be a virgin at 20 years of age? In an instant, she shoots to her feet and strikes such a hard slap across my face it makes my head jerk violently to the side.

“Happy now, you sick bastard?” she spits.

She is trembling, her eyes filled with a hurt that, strangely, my frozen heart can feel. I turn away from her as tears start running down her face. I can’t look at what I have done. My chest hurts. Shocked and confused, I start to walk away, but with a howl of fury she comes at me, and starts striking my back with all of her might.