Page 50 of The Seller

His fingers feel correct between my legs, massaging that cream into my lips, making it easier for the sharp razor to slide across soft skin, taking the hair which has hidden my sex from the world in smooth strokes.

“It feels good, doesn’t it,” he comments, rubbing his finger lightly over the spot where he has cleared the hair to reveal the skin, which is softer than even I realized. I make a muffled little sound as more comes off, Stavros making long strokes with the razor until my lips and mound are entirely bare.

It is like feeling my pussy for the first time, every air current in the room seems to have an effect with my legs spread wide and lewd, exposed to the man who is claiming me all over again.

He moves between my legs and lowers himself, the muscles of his shoulders rippling as his mouth meets my cunt, his tongue slicking along the length of my slit and then curling to dip inside me. I never knew he was capable of giving this kind of elegant, talented pleasure. My interactions with him were usually ones of hard domination and complete control. I was definitely punished more often than I was pleasured.

“Oh my… uhhh…” I gasp and moan, making incoherent noises as he rewards me for my small obedience, his tongue finding my clit, dancing around the outside of that little bud and then lapping straight across it, sending my hips into a bucking fit which he quickly puts a stop to, holding me down to take his tongue lashing over my newly bared pussy.

“You’re fucking delicious,” he growls, drawing away for just a moment before returning to the task of making me squeal.

I can feel myself rising to new peaks. He’s made me orgasm before. He’s forced climax from me, and he’s denied it too. This time he leads me there, caressing and cajoling the soft petals of my cunt until I reach down and grasp at his hair with wicked desperation, thighs shaking as I draw them up and hold them open, presenting the core of my body to him.

Every part of me is open. Nothing is hidden. And he is right there, touching me, showing me what my body is capable of, giving me fresh pleasure, pushing the limits of my capacity to feel with fast little strokes of his tongue on the underside of my clit and then thick meaty thrusts inside me. His mouth is agile and wicked, just like him and I am losing myself, all my thoughts, objections, memories fleeing ahead the tidal wave of pure pleasure which lifts me high, tosses me into the stratosphere and then leaves me utterly spent, laying on the bed without any tension in my body at all.

“You don’t have to be bad,” he says, cupping my sex with a firm hand. “There’s a lot I can do for you if you want to be my good girl.”

“I’m not being bad on purpose…”

“Aren’t you though? It’s the only way you know to get a response from me, isn’t it. Taunting me. Lying to me. Pushing me until you find yourself under the belt… there’s another way.”

“I don’t taunt you because I need a response.”

“No?” He squeezes my pussy lightly.

“I taunt you because I enjoy it.”

He smirks and taps my sex with the flat of his fingers. “Careful with that, Siri. You’re playing with a sadist.”

“So you admit it.”

“Admit what? That I enjoy inflicting some pain? Was that ever a secret?”

“You’re not very good at secrets, so I guess not.”

His brows lift. “What was that?”

“I mean, took you long enough to find mine. And I basically had to spell it out for you, you know, using those blocks with letters on them they give to babie… owww!”

He lifts his palm and swats my cunt sharply. “I see you’re not going to be truly satisfied until this hurts,” he observes sternly.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe I crave more sensation. Maybe I need to feel his evil edge. Maybe it’s the sadist in him that makes me feel safe. That’s a lot of maybes, and none of them matter because my thighs are being pushed open and he’s spanking that same sensitive skin he just licked to orgasm. I am as sensitive as I can be, and he is whipping his fingers against my lips with a stern intensity that makes me yowl.

Stavros

I’m learning something about Siri I long suspected, but was hard to confirm because she was so shut down and determined to hide herself.

She’s a huge. fucking. brat.

Her father never had any chance of controlling her. A girl with a spirit like this is too much to be contained by anyone, ever. You could lock her away underground and she’d break her way back to the light by sheer force of will.

It’s what I love about her. And it’s what’s making her pussy turn pink right now as I give her exactly what she asked for. Exactly what she needs.

“Ow! Stavros! You’re supposed to be saving me!”

“I am. From yourself.”

She’s going to push me. I know that. She’s going to test me to see if I revert to what she thinks is my type. What she might not know is that I’m looking forward to it. I can take everything this beautiful young woman has to give. Her body is the battleground where I will be tested. My dominance has to be complete, or she will sense weakness and go wild.

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