Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 9843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 49(@200wpm)___ 39(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 49(@200wpm)___ 39(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
I nod. “It’s all for you.” The words tumble from my lips without a moment’s thought, natural, easy. I’ve submitted now, he’s dominated me, and all I can do is comply.
“So I get to keep them?”
“Yes.”
I gasp as he slips a finger between the flesh of my hip and the strap of the thong. A single rip and it goes loose. He moves to the other side. Another rip. And I feel the strip of material pulled away from my soaked pussy.
I hear him inhale deeply, then hear the rasp of a zipper. “That feels good,” he says, and I moan in frustration at the thought of what he’s doing.
“I want to watch.”
He laughs. “Watch what, baby?”
“I know what you’re doing.”
He turns me and I feel something heavy and thick slap against my left butt cheek, and I know what it is as he leans back over me.
“What am I doing?” he asks.
“Masturbating with my panties. I want to watch.”
“Does it make you want to touch yourself?”
“Yes. I’ll touch myself, just let me watch.”
“What do good little girls say?”
Again, I don’t even hesitate. “Please.”
The pressure releases as he moves back, and I take the first proper breath I have since he turned me around. I turn and meet his eyes, then let my gaze drop.
God, there it is. It makes my mouth go dry to see it.
I’m surprised to see my panties slick with nothing but my own juices. As he strokes himself, apparently not caring that I’m watching, I move to complete my end of the bargain, slipping what’s left of my dress off my arms and letting it fall to the floor. He doesn’t disguise his interest as he stares at the spot between my legs, but I no longer care. I spread my legs apart as I reach behind me and unhook my bra, watching his cock engorge further still, the head turning swollen and red when he sees my nipples, hard as bullets right now, revealed for him. I let the bra fall with the dress, then reach down.
I rock against my fingers as I watch him rub my ruined panties along his length. I’m so sensitive right now, I don’t know how long I can hold back, but I’m determined not to climax first. Let him be the weak one that comes in his hand, then I’ll tip over into my own orgasm. In silence he watches me pleasure myself, almost like he’s studying for an exam, then adds spit to his hand and glides it up and down his shaft.
He works faster, and I follow suit. When he starts to grunt I allow myself to huff a little as I rock and tremble.
How long can he hold back? He must be near. I can’t. God, it’s too much.
The orgasm nearly knocks me off my feet, and I have to reach out my free hand to grip the edge of the counter just to steady myself. I close my eyes, no longer caring that I came first, just wanting to ride the pleasure. My whimpers come to my ears as if they’re someone else’s, and I quiver as I cream my hand all over again. I hear Leo grunt hard, and open my eyes to see string after string of white cum emptying into his hand.
Seconds.
That’s all it took.
Seconds longer and I would have won.
I grin at that thought, my competitive streak coming to the fore, but I don’t care. Not really. I only care about this.
He meets my eyes, then steps forward, his cock still standing proud as he takes my covered hand in his empty one and raises it to his lips. At the same time as he begins to lick it clean, he reaches his own used hand to my face, and I open my mouth.
Ready to clean him. Willing to clean him.
There’s nothing right now I want more.
Epilogue
Leo
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, my voice warm and curious as I pull her nearer to me.
“Everything,” she replies, her voice filled with emotion. “How far I’ve come, how much I’ve grown. And you… you’ve been with me every step of the way.”
I sit beside her, taking her hands in mine. “I’ve always believed in you, Evelyn. And I always will. This circus, these people… they’re our family now.”
Her eyes meet mine, and I see the depth of her feelings mirrored in their depths. “I never imagined I’d find a place where I truly belong,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. “Or someone who understands me so completely.”
I pull her closer, my heart swelling with love and pride. “We’ve both found something special here. And it’s only the beginning.”
We talk about the future, our dreams and aspirations intertwining like the silks we dance on. Evelyn expresses her desire to continue pushing the boundaries of her performances, to create even more daring and captivating acts. Her eyes light up with passion as she describes her vision, the fire in her spirit burning brightly.