Semua Bab MAKE ME WET : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Lisa..It’s been a week and maintaining the house hasn’t been an issue, nor was cooking. Mr. Raphael—My boss’s name—is barely at home. Most times he leaves for work without breakfast and when he returns at night, he’d opt for something light like snacks.Sometimes I felt like I was being paid for doing nothing. I should have felt good about it, it was much better than selling myself at the club. But, today was a Saturday and Mr. Raphael was up in his study. The citric scent lingered in the air as I turned the orange juice into a glass cup. My hands curling at both edges of the tray, I picked up the tray and headed towards the study room.The door was ajar, so I pushed with my foot and headed in.“Here’s the juice you requested,” I said, dropping the tray on his desk.“Thank you,” he responded without taking his eyes off the papers.I was used to seeing him in his office wearing pajamas. But now he was dressed in a simple white shirt that did not attempt to hide his sculpted body.

Lisa..Once wasn’t enough for me. Not when my body was still hot and my clit was still begging for attention. This time, I started slowly, rubbing my index finger around my clit. A soft moan threaded out of my lips. I wondered if Mr. Raphael would be horny if he saw my pink, wet cunt. Of course he would. All men were the same.I imagined his cock hardening. Would he still tell me to make him stop, or would he just plunge his cock inside me?My knees felt weak and my cunt was dripping wet from my fist climax.As I imagined his full length entering me, I picked up the pace. My head tilted side to side as I thrusted my fingers in and out of the hole.I slid another finger into my hole making two, and I used the thumb of my other hand to rub my clit.I imagined it was Mr. Raphael. “Oh fuck me,” I moaned out. “Eat my fucking pussy, yeah eat it just like that.”I imagined shoving his head, just like I had shoved John to lick my cunt.Fuck. It felt so good. It felt so real.I finger fuc

Lisa..I stepped into the room, and my breath tangled in my lungs. The soft light from the lamp spilled across the wall and fell over the equipment on the bed. Leather straps, whips, various shapes and sizes of dildos, vibrators, anal plugs, and some tools I couldn’t name.My body reacted before my mind could catch up, my heart picking up, pounding in my chest.The lady lay there in the bed, naked, blindfolded, every curve of her body highlighted by the soft red lights.My legs felt like I should move, yet I remained, fixed in one place. Like anticipation had glued me to the floor.Mr. Raphael came behind me, his breath falling over my ears. “Are you scared?” His voice was firm, dark, making the hair on my skin raise.“You can turn back now,” he said.But I really couldn’t. Not with the thrill pulsing through my veins. Not with the way the room smelled like sin. Definitely not with the heat of him near me.My body hummed like I was finally alive.I wanted to see. Wanted to see wha

LisaIt’s been three days since that night. Three nights of dreaming about Mr. Raphael strapping me to his bed and fucking me like rose. Three mornings of waking up, with my nightgown and bedsheets soaked from my wetness.I’ve masturbated countless times, I might as well as just be a sex addict.Since I couldn’t have Mr. Raphael, I at least could have John. But the issue was John wasn’t a Dom. He wouldn’t be able to tie me and fuck me. He was a sub and I would have to be one doing the tying.But who knew? I might find pleasure in it. I never thought watching a BDSM would turn me into a horny slut, but here I was.Knowing that I’ll be dominating John, I had watched a lot of videos of women dominating men. I had done my research about the toys they used, their mannerisms and all. I didn’t know if I was ready, but there’s a popular saying.You’d never know unless you try.Afternoon came and my phone beeped. It was a message from John telling me he was close to the house.When the doorb

LisaA week had passed and Mr. Raphael had been inviting me to his room. I had watched him dominate different women for the past seven days and even if I hadn’t experienced it, I could tell that a certain kind of pleasure came from pain.I had also noticed from John, how he sucked and fucked better after spanking his ass. It was also the same for those women: their climax was more intense after enduring some pain. Curiosity had already taken root in me. I couldn’t try with John, he wouldn’t be able to make it enjoyable since he didn’t enjoy the act himself.I had tried causing myself a little pain and touching myself after, but that didn’t do the trick. So either I wasn’t doing it properly or maybe it wasn’t just for me.It was another weekend, John had gone to spend it, while it was just me and Mr Raphael that was around.The night came, and I headed towards Mr. Raphael’s room to ask him what he wanted to eat for dinner.I knocked on the door, and a soft thud echoed through the