Dirty Seduction

JULIAN

My addiction flared to the surface. I had no resolve, boundaries nothing but filth, the temptation too hard to fight. Bubblegum bodywash the glorious scent of coconut, and the sweet sensation of her hot mouth around my thumb.

Rosie wasn’t like the flirtatious students in my college classes, or the grinning girls who’d given me the eye for months on end, walking around my house along with my daughter. Rosie was a blank canvas. Untouched. Her actions said more than words could ever say. Her innocence was obvious by the way she sucked, swirling her tongue in a frenzy. Her enthusiasm was more than I could take.

My body took over, nothing but pure white heat behind my eyes as I pulled my thumb free and set my mouth on hers. My kiss wasn’t tender. My tongue wasn’t gentle. I gripped her face in my hands and possessed her mouth with the desperate kind of lust that drove me wild.

She whimpered at the shock, dithering just a little before her senses flew free with mine. Instincts met instincts, raw and unfiltered. She reached up to tangle her fingers in my hair, but they didn’t stay still. They couldn’t. They explored, running over my shoulders, grasping at me as I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into the living room. I only broke the kiss to drop her onto the sofa, and I was right down on top of her, my breaths in her face as my lips peppered hers.

“You aren’t going to be the girl in those pictures,” I managed to say.

“Please! I can be!”

I shook my head, breathing in a fervor.

“No.”

She must have thought I was pushing her away because her fingers twisted back in my hair. It was her lips peppering mine this time, interspersed with begging. Please. Please. Please.

I was in far too deep to stop, too consumed to even think of pulling away. But there are many layers to passion. Filth and fetish were cornerstones to my addiction, but Rosie was at the very beginning. I had worlds to show her before the real fruits of my deviance showed their face.

That’s how I managed to ease my conscience right then.

It was going to be about her, not me.

I was going to show her what real passion meant.

I was going to educate her and give her what she needed before some useless cunt from this godawful fucking estate took it from her without even a thought for her needs. She wasn’t going to end up as a cheap token fuck in some asshole’s repertoire. I’d show her what it meant to be a goddess. A treasure to be worshipped by someone in utter adoration.

It would set her benchmarks for the future. Her life when I was gone.

My next kiss was slower, my tongue flirting with hers. She liked that. She moaned as she found her groove with mine, her tongue becoming more adventurous. Our breaths flowed into sync and I pulled away enough to flick my tongue across her lips, loving the delicate smile on her face as she looked at me.

There was as much adoration in her eyes as I’m sure there was in mine. Her smile made me smile and my cock swell. I’d been fighting the urges for way too long. Way, way too long. I hadn’t touched a girl since I’d walked away from Oxford.

Rosie’s confidence had increased some. Her fingers came up to pull my tie loose, but I shook my head. “No. This is about you, not me.”

She looked confused. “But I want to…”

I shook my head again, and this time I took her wrists, guiding her arms up and over the back of the Chesterfield, leaving her sitting there, arched for me.

“You’ll keep still,” I told her. “You’ll enjoy what you’re given.”

She nodded at that, and my cock swelled some more at the sight of her subservience. She was a pleaser, who’d fly high on praise. I didn’t want to be pleased tonight, though. I wanted to fly high on her heights, not mine.

Her lips were puffy from our kisses. Tender. She was genuine this time when her teeth pinched her bottom lip, her eyes hooded behind her glasses as I let mine rove right the way down her body. My stare must have scorched as I soaked in the heaves of her chest, her worktop straining over her tiny tits. I’d already glimpsed the prettiness of tiny nipples under the damp fabric when she’d been wearing my shirt as a nightgown. I was desperate to see them through the delicate lace of her bra. Because that’s the thing about knowing filth inside out. I knew how to turn door handles and glance inside without making a sound. I knew how to snoop, undetected.

I’d seen her clothes on the floor. I’d already seen her sweet little panties and lacy bra.

I held back from touching her and savored every moment. I stared at the promise of untouched skin under her clothes, my mouth watering at the knowledge it was all there for me.

“Do it,” she said, offering her body with the slightest arch.

“My pleasure,” I said.

She groaned as I tugged her top over her head, revealing the sweet lace bra I’d known had been awaiting me. Her tits looked even better than I’d imagined. Her nipples were tiny buttons on sweet pink. Her bra was nothing more than a token gesture because she didn’t need the support. Her tits were too beautifully small.

I stroked her nipples through the fabric, and her eyes closed tight. Shy.

“Look at me,” I told her.

I teased her nipples again as soon as she did as she was told.

“Nobody has ever touched you, have they?” I asked, just to see the beauty of her shaking her head.

The gorgeous little creature was a blank canvas, and the deviant part of me wanted to exploit it. I wanted to take the marker pens from my wardrobe drawer and scribble obscenities all over her, at odds with the perfect little flower she was.

“Have you ever taken anything in your cunt?” I asked her, and her eyes widened in the way I adored her.

“Do you fuck yourself, Rosie?”

She shook her head, almost embarrassed. “No. I just play.”

“Play how?”

She swallowed, cheeks burning up. A beautiful sight.

“With my clit,” she said, and my cock strained in my pants.

“So, nothing has been inside you? Not even your fingers?”

She shook her head but didn’t speak. My cock was throbbing so hard it was pure fucking torture.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Keep your hands above your head,” I said again, and she nodded.

Her breaths quickened as I dropped my head to her chest. She was squirming underneath me by the time I let my tongue flick at her. The lace of her bra cup was wet through in seconds, and my mouth must have been scorching hot as I kissed her tit, swirling the tip of my tongue around her nipple. I nipped at her, just a pinch. She groaned, just a little.

She had her head tipped back when I tugged the lace down and let my tongue loose on her bare skin. She had goosebumps, her tiny nipples puckered tight. My mouth took one of her tits and my hand took the other, working in rhythm as I teased.

Her hands came down for my hair again, but I slammed them back up over her head.

“No.”

I snaked my hands behind her to unclip her bra. She moved her hands to let me push them free but put them straight back up again. She was perfect. Gorgeous. She drove me insane.

I needed to give her more. I needed to ride on her shyness.

“Kick your shoes off.”

Her pumps were off in a flash as she shook her feet. She tensed on instinct as I unbuttoned her skirt and tugged it down and off. She was wearing tights and I was slow with those. Her pale legs were prickled with goosebumps by the time I pulled them free of her toes. I hitched her thighs up and wide, admiring her damp white panties. They were too delightful for me to take them from her just yet. I wanted to tease myself as much as her.

She was panting as she watched me watching her. Her smile was divine when it met my smirk.

“You’re absolutely beautiful,” I told her, and she bloomed with such happiness that it touched me deeply.

I knew she’d never been on display for anyone. My eyes were the first to be blessed with the sight.

With that, I dropped down on my knees in front of the Chesterfield and took hold of one of her ankles. She was ticklish, squealing a gorgeous girly squeal as I sucked on her toes one by one. My tongue dug between them, tasting every single part of her.

“That tickles,” she said, stating the obvious.

Her voice was an absolute treasure.

She moaned when I kissed the inside of her ankle, tensing up as I trailed a path of soft kisses up the inside of her leg. I was almost at the top of her thigh when I pulled away. She protested with a groan as I took hold of her other foot to repeat the journey.

It only made me slow down. Torturing her. And me.

I could smell the heady scent of her pussy as I finally reached the juncture of her thighs for the second time. Her panties were soaked through, cotton clinging to petals. It was so tempting to bury my face in there and suck at her through the fabric, but I held back. I hooked my fingers inside and she moved so I could slide her panties down her legs, and even though I was graced with the sight of her gorgeous pussy, I gave her only my breaths, my eyes staring up at her.

Her expression was pure delight.

“Please,” she said again, but I doubt she was even sure what she was asking for. Anything, most likely, just as I was as desperate to give it. Anything, everything… it all blurred into lust, but I was the one in charge here.

I teased her by taking hold of her ankle again, shooting her a playful smile as she groaned in protest.

“No! More, please!”

“Ungrateful,” I joked, and her eyes were dirty as she grinned.

“I love it,” she told me. “I just want more.”

“More?”

She nodded. “More.”

“More of what?”