Page 93 of Cursed Lifeline

“Spread. Your. Legs.”

Her grin grows as she bites her bottom lip, submits, and does as I say.

“Touch yourself.”

She blinks a few times. A blush creeps across her porcelain skin. Slowly, she complies. Timid, shy at first, I watch with hungry eyes as she raises her dress to her waist, and her fingers dip inside her wet pussy once, twice, three tantalizing times before she raises them and rubs lazy circles around her clit. After a moment, she breaks eye contact. Her head falls back; a gratifying moan fills the room. I take an eager step forward.

“Are you close, Esme?”

Her ?ngers dip inside her swollen cunt, and she purrs, “Yes.”

“Eyes on me,” I hiss as I step hungrily between her thighs.

Her head falls forward and she locks her hazy gaze with mine.

“Good girl. Now, show me how you play with yourself when no one’s watching.”

Glancing down, I become mesmerized as her ?ngers dip inside her slowly at first, then quicker as her wetness pools. Eventually, she curls them, rubs faster, then frantically raises them and desperately circles her swollen clit, before thrusting them back inside her. A depraved moan falls from her lips as she quickly approaches climax.

“What are you thinking about, doll?”

“You,” she breathes out desperately.

Groaning, I kneel and spread her legs wider, taking a front-row seat to the best show of the last century.

“Do you touch yourself often to the thought of me?”

“Every night,” she softly cries.

Blowing against her sex, she sucks in a sharp breath.

Taking a deep inhale, I growl, “The smell of you is intoxicating. But watching you pleasure yourself to the thought of me, fuuucck….” Trailing off, I raise my gaze and lock eyes with her as she continues to finger herself on the top of my desk. Her wetness puddles on top of the dark wood. The sounds of her fingers running through the slickness between her thighs cause my need to grow until it’s throbbing and desperate to be unleashed. I lick my lips and keep my gaze locked on hers.

“Tell me doll, when you think of me, do you see stars?”

She moans my name, then starts to crash over the edge. Grabbing her wrist, I force her fingers slowly out of her greedy center.

“Please,” she begs, breathing heavily and reluctantly coming down from her high.

“Not yet,” I warn as I stick her fingers in my mouth and suck her flavor down the back of my throat. Groaning, I rise only when I can tell she’s no longer teetering on the brink and gently place her fingers back inside her.

“Finger yourself slowly,” I growl. “Keep yourself on the edge.”

Licking my lips, savoring her taste, eyes locked on hers, my cock throbs as she obeys. Fingers interlocked, I groan as the greedy need of her body’s depraved wishes coat our hands. It takes everything in me not to drop to my knees and ?nish her off.

Together, we slowly coax her to another tantalizing crest. She starts to cry out. Gripping her fingers, I rip them from her body and stop her from climaxing. Immediately her free hand reaches for her center. Snatching her wrist, I secure both in a tight grip at her sides.

She gasps and struggles against my firm grip. Her hips rise off the desk, needing, and wanting the contact she craves to give her one last gentle push to heaven.

“You’re vibrating with need, Esme,” I growl. “And fuck, it’s breathtaking to watch, doll.”

Her smell ?lls the room, drugging us both. Leaning in, I rest my mouth against hers. She struggles to breathe slowly. She’s too built up, too hungry, too greedy for a release I stole from her. Her chest rises and falls quickly. Her wide eyes stare directly into mine.

“You need to learn to control yourself.”

“Control myself?” she pants, “No, Felix, I need…”

“Do you understand how delicious you look right now?”

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