The brush was laid down on the glazed surface of the mahogany table. Casey paused, and under her long eyelashes, glanced up at Rob. There in the reflection, he remained fixed on her actions. Inhaling deeply, Casey rose and turned to face him. About her she wore an ivory satin robe, and it shimmered in the lights. A gift from Rob following their first bedroom encounter. The smooth fabric glided between her fingers as she began to peel back the gown from her shoulders. It was all that was required as the remaining length slipped onto the floor, revealing her nudity.
Slipping under the sheet, she lay on her side, facing Rob. Eyes met, and her skin prickled with goose bumps.
“Tell me again, Casey, what are your dreams?” asked Rob softly.
Casey recounted once more the fantasy she had revealed one night after he had brought her to an ardent conclusion. Her voice quivered, and her heart pounded as she answered him.
“To be objectified,” she said, trying hard to hide her embarrassment.
Rob smiled at her. “And?”
“Please you with my body.”
“And? You said something else,” he corrected her.
Her voice squeaked like a tiny mouse. “Be touched by others.”
Rob grinned. “I do love your little fantasies.” He reached over and turned off the bedside light, leaving only a faint glow from the uplighter on the other side of the room. His finger traced down her body, her shoulder, over her breast, and down to her navel. Her rapid breathing could be heard, and he leaned forward. “One day, all I will have to do is kiss you, and you will come for me,” said Rob with confidence.
Casey thought he was close to achieving his wish that very night. However, she discovered it was a game he liked to play with her. The art of brinkmanship was one Rob excelled at in the sexual arena. A man who had been trained in the art of rhetoric and legal arguments, he could easily outwit Casey with his teasing verbal play.
“You like being touched here?” said Rob, trailing a finger down her slit, parting her lips and lifting the hood of her clitoris.
A shiver shot down her body, sending goose bumps to the surface of her skin. She could not answer him with coherent words and mumbled a response. Between his finger and thumb, he held her clitoris in a small pinching grasp.
“This little thing,” he smirked, “has such control over you, doesn?
??t it?”
“Yes,” she piped, feeling the heat rise in her chest. A pulsating burst of engorgement grew between his digits, and alongside it an intense need to move her body against his. But that was not going to happen. She remained lying on her back, with Rob propped on his side next to her. One hand remained between her legs, while the other held his head in place, enabling him to watch Casey as she squirmed.
“And do you know who controls this?” he said giving her clitoris a tiny wriggle.
“You, you!” she squawked.
“Me, me,” he chuckled. He let go of her, and she exhaled in relief. Her undulating breasts rose and fell as she tried to anticipate his next move. Rob rolled over and lifted his body over Casey’s. With a hand planted firmly on either side of her head, he trapped her there and began to tease her again. Not with his fingers, his cock had expanded in all directions, and he knocked it against her sex, slowly rubbing the shaft against her already besieged clitoris.
“You’re going to miss me, aren’t you?” he said softly.
“Yes, of course,” replied Casey, gazing up at Rob as he hovered ready to strike.
“You’re going to be good?” The word ‘good’ coincided with a shriek from her mouth. A swift stab of his cock had taken him partially inside her sex.
“Yes… sir.” Casey writhed and pushed her pelvis up to meet his own gyrating hips.
“No bad mouthing people?” Another push, and Casey could feel her insides give and stretch about him—an elastic female trap for a manly organ.
“I’ll be good… sir,” said Casey, staring into his glistening eyes. She knew he had her at his command, unable to twist or turn away, and she waited, gaping for the hard thrusts to begin.
“If you’re not, what will happen when I get back?” Rob drove deeper, then lingered, awaiting her reply.
Casey felt undone by his slow penetration. Her past sexual exploits had not been leisurely indulgences. Her previous lovers had entered, plundered, and pumped out their fluid before collapsing about her. Rob took his time, almost to the point she thought he must be inhuman. How did he hold himself in check so comprehensively? His hardness was contained, while she could barely hold back her own orgasm.
“I will be spanked, sir!” said Casey. She clenched about him, hoping to squeeze him into action. He shook his head at her slightly.
“Patience, Casey,” he said. “I’m not done with my little lecture.”
“Oh, Rob, please!” Reaching up, she grabbed his narrow waist and tried to draw him lower, closer to her.