CHAPTER FOUR
Cameron
I couldn’t help it.
Cassandra lay in front of me, in nothing but the barest thread of a G-string and see-through red bra, spread-eagle, exposed to me.
Damn, she was gorgeous, her pale pink skin sparkling with a candy-scented something. Her entire body was bathed in sparkles, and they shimmered in the orange firelight. Her skin was cool and inviting and smelling like candy, for god’s sake, screaming to be tasted. Knowing how tentative she’d been, how afraid, to see her finally giving herself over to this other, unexplored side of herself, it made my cock throb in a way it never had.
Why was she here, if not planted as a gift from the gods? Sometimes, everything can seem so wrong, but when you put the details together in a certain way, they wound up being exactly right. That was tonight — complete serendipity. Cassandra might not have been a goddess in mythology, but here, in this dank sex room, she was. I’d never seen anything hotter or wanted anything more.
That was why I was compelled to taste her.
Over the years, I’d developed hard and fast rules to prevent myself from getting caught, and it was in following those that I’d managed to fly under the radar so many times. The number one rule was to always, always wear a face mask. I’d managed to adhere to that, no matter what.
Until now.
From the way her eyes had widened and she’d stiffened, I knew she’d never seen the toy she selected before. I intended to show her how it worked.
I turned it on, feeling jealous of it.
I lowered the round head to her abdomen, and the pink plastic tongues flicked against her skin. She flinched and made a small gasp, but it didn’t feel like enough.
I could do so much better. This beauty deserved so much better.
She was blindfolded, so I used that as my excuse. She still couldn’t see me. I slipped my mask up, revealing just my mouth, then leaned in and tasted her skin.
It was euphoric. Ambrosia, sweet and yet salted. The taste of which I’d never be able to replicate, even with all my money and the finest restaurants in the world at my disposal. Add to that the way her smooth, perfumed skin trembled as my tongue flicked over her flesh, and the soft, delighted little coo that escaped her mouth, I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied with the one taste.
I went in for more, pushing the mask back over my head. She threw her head back as I trailed my tongue down her perfectly sculpted abdomen, to the string of her bikini.
“Oh,” she said softly, pulling on the hand restraints. She may have been in a sex club, but I could already tell she was a good girl, as every instinct that had been planted in her since birth wanted her to cover up, to be quiet.
But I was here to unravel those instincts, to free her.
That tiny G-string offered no protection. It was merely a couple of strings knotted together, certainly no obstacle for my tongue. I nibbled my way down it, lapping toward her core as she started to move her bottom closer to me, trying to urge me to where she wanted me to be. I pressed my hands against her thighs, and yes, they were dancer’s — no, runner’s thighs — femininely shaped but sculpted so I could feel the muscles straining underneath.
Dipping my head down low, I pushed aside the meager fabric, my tongue finding the sensitive nub of her clit.
Her mouth slid open, and a long sigh escaped.
Damn, she was even sweeter here. It was like a feast of the most sumptuous kind, all laid out for my taking. Already wet and trembling, I knew I wouldn’t have to do much to send her over the edge.
But where was the fun in that?
I wanted to take my time. Needed to… because I could already feel that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, one I wouldn’t get back. With the election coming up, my window for this kind of behavior was becoming more difficult, and soon jaunts like this would be more than just risky, they’d be impossible. And I could sense she was the shy type who’d disappear after this, her tail firmly between her legs, where my tongue had been.
If I had one chance with her, I wasn’t going to fuck it up.
I pulled away, sitting back on my haunches, beholding the most beautiful sight of her pussy. The natural, fine blonde hairs curling around her labia. Not shaven or waxed like most of the women here, but real and unspeakably gorgeous. Her tits were high and yet had a perfect sway to them, with large, pale pink nipples. When she’d played with them, it was all I could do to stop myself from replacing her fingers with my mouth. She was here, laid out in front of me, wanting my attention. Begging for it. Predictably, she strained to lift her ass off the sheet, silently pleading for more. Her face was contorted in desperation. “Please…”
My cock strained against my pants. This sweet, sweet sight was almost too much for me to control. “What do you want me to do?”
She whimpered a little. “I don’t…” she breathed.
“Yes, you do,” I growled at her. “Tell me, or you’ll get nothing.”
There were ridges of worry on her forehead now. I doubted I could hold true to that promise, as much as I wanted her, but she seemed to believe it. She whispered, very softly, “Fuck me.”
I leaned forward. “I can’t hear you.”
“Fuck me,” she said louder, but still not loud enough for my liking. It was like she was afraid someone next door would hear, as if the whole house wasn’t engaged in a massive fuck-fest.
“What did you—?”
“Fuck me!” she screamed, then lowered her voice. “Please!”
And there it was. Letting go. I smiled, satisfied. I’d fucked women in clubs like this, but never a woman like Cassandra. At that moment, I could have taken down my pants and fucked her there, with no regrets whatsoever. God, how I wanted to.
But something inside me wanted to give this girl more. To show her a world that had previously been closed to her.
I needed to taste her again.
Moving closer until she could feel my breath on her core, she wiggled her ass toward me in anticipation. Calmly, with much more control than I was feeling inside, I said to her, “I want you to scream, do you hear me? I don’t want to sense that you’re holding back, Cassandra, because if I do, I’ll stop.”
She nodded eagerly. “Yes, I understand.” Her voice wasn’t as tentative as it once had been.
The rules posted, this time I went with no hesitation, full gusto, diving in and lapping at her like a man possessed. She moaned, loud and confident, and her head fell back as she pulled on her ties, her hands opening and closing. “Oh, my god.”
I didn’t have to ask if she liked it. I could tell from her short little breaths, from the way she tossed her head from side to side in abandon. I could’ve stayed there forever, just watching the ways in which her perfect body reacted, her chest heaving, her abdomen twitching. Listening to her deep moans of pleasure, building to an ear-shattering crescendo.
“Keep going,” she commanded, lifting her head away from the backrest as she ground her pussy against my face. She was no longer that sweet, innocent girl who’d wanted to be covered up. Her inhibitions were gone completely now. “I’m close.”
When she came, she screamed and jerked violently forward, so violently I was afraid I hadn’t tightened the restraints enough.
She sat there, coming down, trembling visibly, sweat glistening between her perfect tits, looking perfectly spent. My cock still pulsed out a drumbeat, wanting attention, but every other part of my body felt perfectly spent, too, like her climax had been mine. I couldn’t explain it.
Satisfied for now and going with my gut, I smiled as I wiped her juices off of my mouth and fixed the mask over my head. When I undid the restraints and blindfold, she reached for me, but I stopped her. Something about her made me want to take my time.
Time I knew I didn’t have.
And since when had I ever taken my time with anyone? I’d always been a man who knew what he wanted and chose women who wanted it too.
Yes, this girl was different.
Cassandra looked down at her naked body, and I could tell when the shame started to flood in because her cheeks flushed. She tucked her tits back inside her bra and reached for her sweater, slipping it back on.
“You’ll be here again,” I said as she began to button up, not a question. It was a demand.
She shook her head.
At first, I thought she was kidding, but her face was solemn and deadly serious.
I grabbed her wrist. “No?” I was surprised by the desperation in my voice.
She shook herself away, still blushing. I watched her pull her skirt up over her slim hips, zippering the back, thinking that I’d just made the dumbest decision of my life by pushing her away.
“But maybe I’ll see you around,” she said almost casually, hefting her bag onto her shoulder.
Casual. Too damned casual. The tables were turned now. I sat back, stunned, overcome by a deep feeling of loss as she strode to the door and opened it. She looked at the placard on the door, where I’d written, SHE IS ALL MINE. She let out a small laugh and disappeared.
Fucking Cassandra. Even if I did see her around, would I recognize her without the mask?
Something told me I’d never forget that hair, those thick pillowy lips. Those gorgeous legs.
She’d come in here a timid mouse, and now she was leaving here a lion, and I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of her, my creation, my Cassandra, as she set out to wreak havoc upon the wide world.
The problem was, I soon realized I wanted to keep that havoc all to myself.