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I crossed and uncrossed my legs, desperately seeking relief without actually touching myself. The friction of my thighs pressing together only made things worse, heightening my awareness of my nakedness beneath my skirt. What if I leaked onto the seat? What if someone noticed? The thought made me dizzy with shame.
When the film finally ended and the lights came up, I remained seated, waiting for the other patrons to leave. I didn’t trust my legs to carry me steadily, and I needed a moment to compose myself. I pressed my thighs together, willing the wetness between them to subside, trying to regain control of my breathing and my thoughts.
When the theater had emptied, I finally stood, smoothing my skirt with trembling hands. I made my way carefully to the exit, each step a reminder of what Pierre meant to do, how he intended to enjoy me. The walk back to my apartment seemed endless, and yet it ended much too soon. I desperately wanted to return to privacy but I feared what—or rather, who—might be waiting for me there.
By the time I reached my building, my body felt like a tightly wound spring. Every nerve ending seemed hypersensitive, my skin overheated with unwanted arousal and persistent embarrassment. The plug had become a constant presence in my consciousness, impossible to ignore even for a moment.
When the door finally opened to me, unlocking at the sight of my face, a marvelous scent hit me first—fresh herbs, lemon, and the unmistakable aroma of seared tuna. My stomach clenched, not with hunger, but with nervous anticipation.
Pierre stood in my tiny kitchen, arranging food on two plates. He looked completely at ease, as if he belonged there—as if he belonged anywhere his wealth and privilege allowed him access. He wore casual trousers and an open-collared shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms as he drizzled olive oil over the salad. The domesticity of the scene struck a discordant note against the memory of him whipping me, fucking me, inserting the plug that still stretched my bottom uncomfortably.
“Ah, Audrey,” he said, looking up with a smile that made my heart stutter in my chest. “Right on time. I’ve prepared lunch.”
I stood frozen in the doorway, uncertain how to respond. Should I greet him formally? Thank him for invading my apartment? Acknowledge the obscene fullness in my bottom that he had commanded?
Pierre solved my dilemma by gesturing to the small dining table he had set with proper linens and wineglasses. “First lunch,” he said, his eyes gleaming with promise, “then your bottom.”
CHAPTER 20
Pierre
I could tell that Audrey’s legs nearly gave out beneath her as my words registered.My bottom, I watched her eyes say, as clearly if I could read her mind. I saw in the blush that suffused her sweet face the recollection that the plug only represented preparation, a precursor of what I had made clear to her I truly intended.
Yes,I saw her realize,my sponsor means it.
Indeed I did. I meant to take the lovely girl’s final virginity before night fell, to claim the one place I had not yet put my rigid manhood in her delectable body.
“Come sit,” I instructed, carrying the plates to the table. “You must be hungry after your morning activities.”
Audrey moved woodenly to the table, lowering herself carefully onto the chair. The pressure of sitting clearly forced the plug deeper, making her gasp audibly. I felt my smile widen slightly atthe reaction, and I saw her cheeks redden another shade as she saw the knowledge in my eyes.
“The tunanicoiseis one of my favorite dishes,” I told her, watching her face as she struggled to focus on my words rather than the sensations clearly running wild through her body. “Balancing the acid of the vinaigrette against the richness of the tuna requires a careful hand.”
I poured white wine into both our glasses, noting how Audrey’s eyes followed my movements with a mixture of wariness and fascination. Her pupils looked dilated and her breathing seemed slightly irregular—clear signs of her arousal even in light of her obvious discomfort.
“How was your morning?” I inquired conversationally, as if we were any normal couple discussing their day over lunch. “Did you enjoy theJardins?”
“It was… nice,” she managed, shifting slightly in her chair and immediately freezing as the movement disturbed the plug. “The gardens were beautiful.”
“And the film?” I pressed, cutting into my tuna with deliberate precision. “Was it amusing?”
Her blush deepened, and I knew immediately what had happened. The thought of her squirming in her cinema seat, trying not to react as laughter moved the plug inside her, sent a rush of heat to my own loins.
“It was funny,” she admitted in a small voice, her eyes dropping to her plate. “I… I had trouble sitting still.”
“I imagine you did,” I replied, my voice dropping to a register that made her look up sharply. “Eat your lunch, Audrey. You’ll need your strength for what comes next.”
She picked up her fork with trembling fingers and began to eat, taking small, careful bites. I watched her throat work as she swallowed, imagining how it would look later when stretched around my cock. The memory of her virgin mouth struggling to accommodate me the previous night made my erection throb against the confines of my trousers.
“I find myself bewitched by you,” I told her honestly, observing how she struggled to maintain her composure despite the plug in her bottom, the absence of her underwear, and the knowledge that she would soon be fucked in the ass for the first time. “Your combination of intelligence and reluctant submission is… intoxicating.”
Her eyes widened slightly at the compliment, confusion flitting across her features. Perhaps she had expected only crude domination from me, not this hint of genuine admiration.
I decided to test the theory that had been forming in my mind since our first meeting. Could this girl be more than just another conquest? Might she possess the kind of mind that could make her a valuable asset beyond the bedroom?
“Tell me, Audrey,” I said, leaning back in my chair with my wineglass, “what’s your best idea for making energy markets more resilient as the worldwide economic collapse continues?”
Audrey
