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His hands squeezed my ass hard and my heart pounded while I waited for him to decide what happened next. Voices in the kitchen made the decision for him and we jumped apart guiltily; I SO didn’t want to be caught in there with him. I moved to the door to listen, and also to get away from him and calm my slutty ass down. I needed to think straight. And not be caught. Listening by the door served this dual purpose.
It sounded to me like a small group, 3 or 4 voices, mixing some drinks and thankfully not concerned with the laundry room. They were just getting into a discussion about whether to measure the vodka or just dump it in when Ben’s hand closed over my mouth and he pressed me gently but firmly against the door. Startled and totally certain that whatever he had in mind was a bad idea, I struggled as quietly as I could. He held me tightly and then his whisper stopped all movement from me. "Finger yourself."
It wasn’t a suggestion and I was obeying before I could think about it. I slid my hand up my dress and then into my panties, noting they were already soaked with sweat and other liquids. Now that I wasn’t struggling, Ben’s free hand made its way back to my tits, playing with them again in a way that made me moan into his hand. He whispered instructions to me while party guests still chatted in the next room, a few feet away on the other side of the locked door.
"Slide one finger in…that’s it, rub yourself where you want my cock to be…add another finger…fuck that pussy for me...yeah, good girl…" I moaned softly; that phrase is kryptonite to me, among others that I bet he was pretty familiar with. "Now stop. Take your hand away."
I thought that was a crappy idea and tried to give him a dirty look over my shoulder and got another wicked nipple twisting for my efforts. I gasped and his whisper was chastising. "I did say now."
I pulled my hand out from my panties reluctantly, dragging it over my needy clit in the process. When my hand was free, he wanted to see my two glistening fingers. He uncovered my mouth and said "Open." I obliged and he pushed my own fingers into my mouth…watched intently as I sucked them clean, half turned toward him so he could see me do it. A voice in the next room suddenly laughed so loud, so close, that I jumped and turned fully towards Ben, looking at him with pure panic.
He looked at the fear in my eyes and I saw how much he liked it. He mouthed the words "Finger Your Clit." I needed no translation, nor was he impressed with the worry and dismay he must’ve seen on my face. Resigned, I slipped my hand back in my panties and began to lightly play with my clit, slipping the tip of my spit-wet finger around and around that hard little nub…I started breathing hard, my brow furrowed in concentration, leaning my weight on the door…no moaning, no noise, my eyes were shut. This madness with Ben had been going on for a while now and I’d been <span class="underline">so <span class="underline">very] turned on the entire time. I masturbated enough to know it wasn’t going to take much and it was going to be big. I felt it coming, building, any second now, oh, it already felt sooo good. Ben’s hand made its way back to my mouth, and I bit him, not meaning to but just so close and tense and tightly wound that I just had to do something or scream. He pushed his body against me and his other hand snaked up in my hair, tightened enough that I opened pleading blue eyes and looked at him. His face was so close to mine and I stared, panting, ready. "Cum for me, little girl."
I let those words, softly spoken as they were, ring over and over in my head, and it was enough…my moan was low, trembling, and long, muffled perfectly by his restraining palm…I felt my pussy contract over and over, this final release made the muscles in my legs give way and only Ben’s body against me and the door behind me kept me from sliding to the ground as I gave in to pleasure ordinary sex could never, ever give me. I rode the aftershocks in complete and utter satisfaction with one deep breath outward…I looked at him with vision that seemed still fuzzy at the edges as I slowly caught my breath. Coming back to myself, I reached for his impossibly hard cock and looked a question at him and he laughed, pushing me away. "That’s not for you today." If my brain wasn’t still on temporary vacation, I would’ve been pissed and asked bitchy questions, instead of accepting it quietly. But Ben had put me in a completely submissive headspace and it would be a struggle for me to get out.
That was the start of a lesson we both learned: Normal Krissy was a demanding, righteous bitch. Submissive Krissy underneath would put up with a LOT. Believe me, Ben made note of it.
I was too out of it to realize the kitchen had cleared out but I followed Ben like a trusting pet when he took my hand and led me there. The brightly lit and incredibly ordinary room had me feeling more grounded and I took some cleansing breaths to help it along. I yanked my hand back from his and straightened my dress unnecessarily. Unperturbed, he dug a cell phone from his pocket and held it out to me. I squelched the part of me that wanted to automatically give him whatever he asked and rolled my eyes at him.
"Oh, come on, we can hang out some time. I have to leave, I’ve got, uh…something to do." His smile was charming and my answering one was wry.
"Good thing your jeans aren’t tight or everyone here would know exactly what you need to do. I guess Samantha’s getting a call tonight." I thought I was so bold, stating it outright like he would be shocked and try to hide it, a normal guy reaction to a normally difficult situation. But his smile turned mischievous because of course he didn’t give a fuck.
"Samantha’s an excellent choice to finish what you started. Jealous? You could join in…"
"EW, no thanks, have fun!" I shoved him, part playfully and part forcefully away from me. Of course I was jealous, and ordinary enough to realize this sharing thing was bullshit. But he was the most intriguing guy I’d laid eyes on, and he had me at ‘What’s the matter, Krissy’. (It would have been Hello, if I’d known who he was and what he wanted…you understand.) He laughed and held the phone toward me again.
"Come on, give me your number, freak. That’s how I’m going to put your name in: Freak."
"Then how will you differentiate me from the other freaks you see?" I said snidely and he laughed, his eyes appreciative.
"Differentiate, I’m impressed, a freak with a brain! Are you a nerdy freak? We could play schoolgirl…"
"Let me guess, you’ll be the big dumb school bully," I snatched the phone away and put my number in as if I was making a huge and annoying sacrifice. "There. Go away. I hope all the girls you know are busy tonight and you have to help yourself. I’m sure you have lotion and tissues." My voice was oh-so-sweet and I actually batted my lashes at him.
His eyes scanned me wickedly. "I already know one girl who’s free, so you better hope I find another. You’re not ready for what I want to do to you." My mouth fell open with no words coming out, long enough to make him laugh.
Others meandered into the kitchen then and there would not be any more alone time for us that night. I never got to question him further about that last comment. But I was very glad, when he left, that he had my number.
I just had to see him again.
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