Chapter 5

My fingers curled around the strap of my top, slowly sliding it off my shoulders.

The fabric glided down, brushing over every inch of my shoulders.

My heart pounded in anxiousness and fear of what he would think of my body.

No man had ever seen me naked before, and the disgusted looks Xavier sent my way during our subtle kisses, or when he had to touch me increased my unease of undressing before a man like him. And the thought of it, made my stomach twist in fear.

The strap dangled loosely at my side, leaving the thin line of my pink bra exposed. I reached for my other strap, my deep breathing filled the room, sounding louder than ever in the heavy silence..

His lazy gaze met mine, brimming with a certain kind of hunger. He stared intensely at me, never straying away, watching every move and curve of my fingers.

I left the second strap to fall, my top falling off and hanging loosely on my waist now. The cool air of the room filled me, my small perky breasts were left in the open having only my bra to shield it. The delicate lace of the pink fabric framed the soft swells perfectly, and that's when I finally saw him twitch.

He ground his teeth, sucking in a deep breath at sight of me.

Gathering what confidence I could muster, my hands moved to my jeans, slowly unzipping them and sliding them down my legs, pooling at my feet. I stepped out of it along with the top.

Standing in my best set of underwear—a matching pink bra and g-string—I could not be more happy that I had atleast worn it to visit Xavier.

My heart raced loudly in my chest, as I undid the hook of my bra, pulling off the straps.

It fell to the ground along with the other clothes, and my breasts bounced free at the motion, my pink nipples hardened under his gaze.

A low growl ripped from his throat, at the sight as he moved towards where I stood.

“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen,” his breathy voice came.

His hot breath fanned my neck, as soft lips trailed down my skin.

I twisted sideways giving him more space, while he inhaled my scent.

“And your scent…it is as beautiful as your body—I could drown in it, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

He murmured. His hands slid down my open legs, slipping in between my thighs.

His fingers rubbed slow upward circle towards the line off my g-string.

My mouth parted slightly. A breathy gasp escaped me at the sensations which his touch sent through me.

“Your skin,” he breathed, his eyes following the movement of his hands. “it’s as delicate as silk, yet supple, and very much intoxicating,” he muttered, his body pressing into mine.

I noticed he was still fully clothed, although at some point he had dumped his suit jacket.

His thick fingers moved towards my core, trailing the center as if marking its axis.

I let out a sharp breath from the sensation of being touched there for the first time, then gasped loudly when his fingers slid of the line of my g-string.

It felt absolutely raw, and I shivered, my fingers darting out and clutching his shirt tightly. He rubbed my clit in a slow deliberate circles, smearing my wetness over my folds.

He gave it a light tug, which was accompanied by a sharp pinch that made me moan louder with heat pooling between my thighs.

“You are a bad girl, aren’t you? You like your pleasure with a hint of pain?” he growled darkly.

His voice sounded rich and velvety, enough to send a pool of wetness running down my thighs. My legs trembled lightly, growing weak at the thought of what this man could do to my body.

His fingers left my clitoris, and this time, he dipped into my entrance, sinking just the tip inside.

I cried out softly at the intrusion, as his lips distracted me by leaving a layer of wet kisses down my neck, over my throat and towards my open breast. Leaving thick marks on my skin.

He moved his fingers slightly, and I cried out at the feeling of him moving inside me.

He continued the journey of his mouth over my breast.

His lips wrapped around my breast, as he bit harshly on the swell of my boobs—hard enough to cause me pain.

My eyes squeezed shut, throwing my head back as a loud moan ripped out from me all the while still grinding on his fingers.

He soothed the pain by trailing wet kisses on the spot, then his lips latched on my nipples. I arched back, pushing my breast into his mouth while moaning endlessly.

His fingers moved, sliding deeper into me, drawing a sharp cry from my throat. He cursed when the elastic of the g-string kept obstructing his movements

“Fuck it,” he growled, tearing it off me, almost like he could barely hold himself any longer.

Throwing it somewhere in the room, he lifted me in his arms easily. My shaky limbs grateful, clinging to him as he moved towards where the pole stood.

“It’s time for your punishment baby girl.”