After I ate breakfast I had a hard time concentrating on anything. I wasn’t used to not having my computer and I missed just wandering around to random forums and websites. I really hoped that this wasn’t going to be indicative of my life here, however long it was going to be. I didn’t care about going out into the real world at all, but I wanted to be able to interact with people online on some level. I wanted Sir to know that I wouldn’t turn him in or anything. I just wished I knew more about what was going on.

Just before noon there was a knock on the door and I followed my instructions so that Sir could enter. I wanted to see him so badly, though. Picturing him with Jessica’s dad’s face in my head was nice, but I couldn’t help but imagine how incredible it would be to see his real face—to look into his eyes.

Sir didn’t say anything when he came into the room. I heard him cross over to the bed where I had been sitting, and when I felt him near me I sucked in my breath. There was that incredible smell again. So manly and slightly woodsy—like a really well-dressed mountain man. I smiled at that thought and suddenly felt his thumb on my lips.

His hand caressed my jaw as his thumb continued to move over the sensitive skin of my lips, then up and across my cheekbone. I could feel him drawing nearer with each breath, his coming hot and fast on my skin.

I heard his shoes drop to the floor, then felt the bed dip on either side of me. He was straddling me now, one knee on either side of my hips and one hand holding each side of my face. I let out a sigh when I felt his lips finally touch my skin. He braced himself, pressing his forehead into mine, while his thumb traced the skin around my mouth. I felt the tingle of his kisses on my cheeks and jawline and as my head tilted back, his lips finally touched mine.

It felt like a bolt of lightening shooting straight through me, tearing into my belly and lighting my entire pussy on fire. His lips melted into mine, opening slightly to allow his tongue to enter my mouth, then pulling back a little—teasing me and making me beg for more with my moans.

After I’d taken a bath I chose a baby doll nightgown he’d left in one of the drawers and now I felt one of his hands gliding over the silky fabric as he caressed my breast. I could hear and feel his breath quicken as his lips made their way down my neck, and mine joined his in intensity.

I fought to keep my body upright with the pressure of his lips pushing me backward toward the wooden headboard. It was too much, though, and I reached up to grip one of the hand carved, wooden rods just to keep myself steady. His mouth was pressing into me as if he intended to devour me.

I was becoming overwhelmed with the sensations that Sir was causing in my body. I’d never felt anything like this before. Not with Justin or any boy I’d ever kissed or touched. Every time Sir’s skin came into contact with mine there was a burning feeling that spread out like a pool of energy, and it always traveled back to one place—my burning pussy.

I felt Sir’s lips leave my neck, then, in one swift movement I was lying on my back on the bed. He had gripped my hips and yanked me down so that I was now underneath him, the presence of his body over mine palpable even though I couldn’t see a thing.

I felt the bed move and I heard the sound of his clothing dropping to the floor, and when he returned, it was his skin that I felt moving against mine.

I heard him groan as his chest pressed into my stomach, moving upward against my skin until his cock slid into the groove of my thighs. Then his lips were there again, pressing into mine with a desperation that I matched with the way I pulled him to me. This continued on for a long time, Sir moving his body on top of mine and kissing my lips in a way that had me almost hypnotized. My legs were pressed together and my brain was screaming for them to be spread wide, but he had me pinned with his legs and his chest, moving on top of me so slowly I thought I’d go mad.

I felt the fabric of the nightgown move up my body, then over my head, then I felt Sir’s hands on my thighs. He gripped them hard and made me gasp out loud as he pulled my legs apart, pushing them up so that they rested on either side of my chest. I moaned when I felt his hot breath move across my pussy lips and pressed myself up into him, trying to make contact with any part of him.

Finally, I felt his touch as his fingers spread me apart. They pulled my lips tight and prodded me as if I were being examined. Then I felt his fingers move over my clit, sliding up and down and around, the same way I’d done many times on camera for him. He knew what I liked, and he took his time, circling around and around in my juices until my ass was squirming underneath him.

Next, I felt one of his fingers enter me, then another. He pushed them in and pressed upward, curling both fingers forward so that they rubbed on my g-spot. I gasped and moaned at the intensity, then whimpered when he continued to fuck me like that, with his fingers moving firmly against the most sensitive part of my vagina.

Finally, I felt his hot mouth close down on my clit, but not just the clit. It felt like his mouth was covering my entire pussy, sucking on every single part at once. A long moan escaped from deep in my throat as Sir used his lips and tongue and teeth to devour me while his fingers continued to move inside me. I clutched at my breasts, gripping them and twisting the nipples and adding to the epic level of intensity that my body was experiencing.

Everything was happening so fast and furiously and my mind went back to that time on the balcony outside of that room. I kept seeing his massive cock as he stroked it, and I felt what she was feeling when his mouth was on her pussy. Then my body bent backward and I ground my head into the pillow as I watched him slide that massive cock into her wet, quivering hole.

I was completely lost in my fantasy when the sensations I was feeling built to a peak, and as the movements on my clit and inside me increased in speed, I couldn’t hold back. I wanted him inside me. I’d waited long enough.

“Please,” I begged. “Please fuck me!”

The fingers continued to plunge into me while his hot mouth clamped down tight on my clit, and the last thing I remember as the most intense explosion I’d ever experienced ripped through me, was calling out his name. But it wasn’t Sir’s name … it was his.

“Oh God, Drake! Please fuck me! I want you inside me now!”

I rode the waves of the orgasm that pulsated through me and didn’t realize until moments had passed that Sir had stopped moving—that he had actually pulled away from me.

“What did you call me?” His voice was loud and clear, and it shattered the silence in the room like a crystal bowl falling to the floor.

I felt the bed move and heard Sir pick up his clothes off the floor, then leave the room, slamming the door behind him.

I wanted to die. I couldn’t believe I’d done that. I’d called Sir by someone else’s name.

I ripped off my blindfold and lay there on the bed, tears welling up in my eyes. I’d just had the most amazing orgasm of my life and I’d ruined it all by acting like an idiot little girl with a crush on her best friend’s dad. I curled up on my side and sobbed into the pillow. It felt horrible being walked out on after such an incredibly intimate moment, but it felt worse knowing that I’d hurt Sir with my complete insensitivity.