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B's Story

... made even more apparent when she heard voices of people passing by the window just to his left. Quickly but not hurriedly, she took her place on the pillows, thankful that she didn’t have to kneel on the rough, thin, office carpet. Once again, he let her wait there, eyes cast downward, letting her mind run wild with what would happen next. She finally heard him rise from the chair. He walked across the room and turned the lights up fully. She was glad that the blinds on the window were closed tightly. She heard and then saw hium walk around her slowly: once, twice, three times. Circling like someone inspecting a potential purchase. After the third time, he stopped directly in front of her and crouched down. He lifted her chin to look directly into his eyes. His face was firm, but not angry. She knew, without his saying anything, that she was not to look away, no matter what. She felt his fingers on her right breast, gently caressing and stroking it. His thumb rubbing the nipple in slow circles. He pinched it roughly but quickly as he removed his hand and held his finger in front of her mouth. “Open your mouth,” he said, and as she did, he put his finger inside. Instinctively, she closed her mouth and began to suck his finger, running her tongue around and up and down its length. Her eagerness caused the merest hint of a smile to cross the corners of his mouth. Making her moan quietly out of desire, he removed his finger from her mouth and rubbed the wetness over her right ...

... nipple, glancing down briefly to blow over it. It hardened even more than it had from the slight chill of being naked. He repeated the process with her left breast, more slowly this time, allowing her to suck on his finger for longer. Then she felt his hand move down her stomach slowly, stopping just short of the heat between her legs. From there he moved it across her hip and caressed her gorgeous ass briefly but firmly. His hand moved down the outside of her right thigh and then, more slowly than seemed possible, his fingers lightly began travelling up the inside of her leg, slowing even more as they reached the top. Ever so lightly, one finger barely brushed against her there and then over to the outside of her left thigh. Down and back up again, this time, finally, she felt one of his fingers part the lips, feeling how hot and wet she was there. In incredibly small increments, he pushed one finger inside of her, causing her to gasp and close her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she checked his face to see if he seemed unhappy but his expression was unchanged. He held his finger there, absolutely still. She struggled to keep from working herself on it as he gently reminded her to not to move. After what seemed an eternity, he removed his finger even more slowly and brought it up to his face. His eyes closed as he drank in her scent and his tongue flicked out for just an instant to taste her. “Open again,“ he said softly and she greedily devoured the wetness from his finger, ...