Finally, Dawson walked to me standing naked in front of him.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said and kissed him. I needed the thoughts to stop. I needed him to take control and step by step tell me how to react to him.
I raised his shirt and he slipped it off, toeing off his shoes. He pulled the covers back and I crawled in. I watched him take his jeans off and come to me. My eyes rolled back as I felt his fingers slide between my wet folds. I couldn’t help the moan or the thrusting of my hips into his fingers. My mind was once again was taken back in time. I tried my best to control it and keep it right there with Dawson, but I lost, and the control was once again given to Drew.
I hadn’t seen Drew in over a month. He left for a long business trip after his introduction to my anus. I had fallen into a routine and liked living in the mansion and having servants and Rebecca waiting on me hand and foot.
I loved the pool, although I waited until late evenings to swim because the Las Vegas heat was too unbearable during the day. I went for my daily ride around the property every morning and watched more television and movies than I ever had in my life. I spent two hours each day with Leo. He was there to teach me how to speak the proper English, lose the thick southern accent and acquired slang. Drew thought that it was unattractive. I didn’t mind it and I liked learning. I had never had a teacher that took interest in me. I only did what I needed to do in school. Most of the kids around there didn’t even graduate. I probably only made it because it meant that nine months of each year, I could get away from my house and my family.
A doctor had come and given me a shot of something that Rebecca had explained was for birth control. Two weeks after that Drew came home. I didn’t know he was coming. It was almost nine at night, and I had just gotten out of the pool and entered the house as he entered the same room. His eyes scanned my body, and I pulled the towel over my midriff and breast, trying to cover my bikinied body.
“Move the towel,” he demanded. I watched Rebecca scurry from the room.
It was the first night that he slept with me the entire night. He directed me to get cleaned up and ready for bed, telling me that he would see me in a few minutes. I took a hot shower, and he was waiting for me when I entered the bedroom.
“You could have left the clothes off,” he said, standing and coming to me. He slid my nightgown over my head, and smiled when he saw that I wasn’t wearing panties. I hadn’t done it for him. They were laying on the bed because I had dropped them when I picked up my night clothes. I wasn’t going to explain that part to him though.
“You have been a very good girl. You haven’t touched yourself at all.”
“How do you know that? You weren’t here.” I asked, boldly.
“You are always on my laptop. It doesn’t matter where I am. I was really hoping to spank you,” he said as he kissed the corner of my mouth.
Jesus, vagina, chill out.
I didn’t speak. I could already feel myself becoming wet and swollen in anticipation.
“Do you like touching yourself?”
I moved my eyes to his and shrugged one shoulder.
“Did you touch yourself in your little dumpy trailer back home?”
I nodded.
“Speak up or I am going to have to spank you.”
“Sometimes,” I answered.
“Show me,” he said.
You have got to be kidding me.
I didn’t move, not knowing what I was supposed to do.
He moved me to the little sofa in the sitting area and I sat down. “Pull your legs up,” he said and I did. He moved my feet out further, exposing me all that he could, and then ran his fingers right through the middle of my sex.
“You’re always so fucking wet,” he slid the desk chair right in front of me. “Show me how you please yourself.”
I rubbed my fingers between my legs, embarrassed, sliding my essences up to my clit. I watched as he too grabbed his erection and stroked it through the dress pants.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” he said, not taking his eyes from my penetrating fingers.
How the hell am I supposed to pull that off?
I was careful not to rub too firmly, not wanting to find out the consequences if I had an orgasm. I started to squirm after I watched him take his rock hard penis in his hand and stroke himself. I needed to come, and it was starting to be inevitable. It was going to happen. I stopped my fingers from moving when I knew it was almost too late.
“Don’t stop,” Drew demanded.
“Drew I have to. You told me not to come.”
“I still don’t want you to come yet. Keep rubbing it,” he demanded. He took his thumb and pulled my right lip out, exposing me more.
My head dropped, my eyes closed, and I moaned. I was spent and couldn’t control it a second longer. Drew didn’t say anything as I rubbed my shuddering clitoris, coming down from my long awaited high.