Page 18 of Temptation
“What do you want me to do?”
My mind whirls with the possibilities, but I’ll start her off easy. She’s trusting me with her body and with her safety. I can’t break that trust.
“Take off the dress,” I instruct.
With trembling fingers, she gathers the fabric pooling around her knees and pulls it up. Her creamy thighs are revealed and then the white underwear I laid out for her with the dresses. The delicate lace woven in patterns barely covers her mound. Pale golden hair curls under the lace, a tantalizing peek of what she’s got hidden.
My gaze follows her progress as she pulls the dress over her breasts and over her head. She flings the dress to the side and her arms cross over her body, the boldness of the action giving way to shyness. The gesture makes me frown. She shouldn’t be shy about her curves. I’ll make her appreciate her body as much as I do.
“Hold onto the bars.”
She hesitates only a moment before following my instruction.
It gets her hands away from her body and presses her forward so her gorgeous breasts stick out. My breath hitches, and my mouth goes dry. I reach a hand out to her perfect breasts, two pale globes framed by delicate Burano lace.
But I stop myself before my hand goes through the bars. This desire to touch her confuses me. I don’t touch. I haven’t touched a woman in more than ten years. But when I look at Greta, my fingertips ache to run over her smooth skin, to feel her pressed against me, to taste her, to kiss her innocent mouth.
“Touch your tits.”
It comes out harshly, and I turn away before I climb into the cage with her. My place is in the shadows and I retreat there now, to the corner of the room where I sink into my armchair.
I’m here to watch, not join in. And I’ll have my damn show.
Greta moves her hand over her bra, swaying her hips gently in a way that makes my dick throb. I’ve had a semi hard-on ever since I saw her in that gold dress tonight, but now, in the white underwear with one hand grasping the cage, my cock aches for release.
I unzip my pants and grip the base of my cock.
“Give me a show, coniglietto. Make yourself feel good. But go nice and slow. I want to find out what turns you on. What makes your nipples hard. And most of all, I want to see your pretty pussy.”
She gasps at my dirty words, and a patch of dampness forms on the gusset of her panties. The scent of her arousal travels across the room, and I groan as my nostrils fill with her. My dick jerks, and pre-cum shoots out the tip.
I grip the base hard until I regain control.
“You make me ache, coniglietto. You make my dick hard as steel thinking about your virgin cunt.”
She gasps again, and her hand slides down to her panties. She runs her fingertips over the gusset, and a moan escapes her lips. A startled expression forms on her face, and she bites her lower lip.
“Don’t be shy, coniglietto. You’re beautiful, and I want to watch you come. Rub that pretty pussy for me. Get her all wet.”
Greta slides her hands over her damp panties. Her head tilts back and her eyes close, giving in to the sensation.
I pull long strokes up my shaft as I watch her touch herself.
She’s perfect. The way she’s letting herself go, trusting me enough to explore with me, touches something deep inside me, a part of my soul that I thought was long dead. That a sweet woman like Greta could trust a withered monster like me, that she could feel safe with me has my chest swelling to an almost painful level. A wave of protectiveness washes over me, and I stand up out of my chair.
The movement makes her open her eyes, and she looks at me with lust in them.
“Why don’t you come over and touch me yourself?” she asks shyly.
My heart stops for a beat. Long tendrils of my heart reach across the room. A longing deep inside wills me to go to her. To run my hands over her body and lose myself in her flesh. How coming together might be the only thing that eases this ache I have for her.
Until she sees my scars.
I remember the disgust of the last woman I was with, ten years ago. How desire died in her eyes when she saw what I really was.
No, it’s better this way. To satisfy my needs from a distance.
“Take your panties off.”
