My cheeks flushed red, and I stood up from my seat. "No! I'll go, uh … get some of my pictures that I've taken.
They're in my room. It's much better than a picture on a phone. You can't ever see anything on those things. I'll be right back," I said, leaping out of my chair.
Before I left the room, I gave Mr. Williams a pointed stare, trying to tell him that I was going to go get that damn vibrator and put it inside of me. For him.
"Fuck!" I said once I rushed into my room. "This really can't be happening."
I searched for a picture that looked semi-decent to bring down to show my parents. Luckily, I found one that Ada had taken a few years ago that she gave me.
I removed it from the frame and then grabbed my vibrator and buried it inside of me. A soft vibration pulsed through my core, and I silently cursed. This was going to be a long night.
When I made it back downstairs, I gave my parents the picture and sat with my legs crossed on my chair, my panties soaked. Mr. Williams was smirking at me.
It's inside. I hope you're happy, I texted him.
I'm more than happy, he said.
He put down his utensil and slipped his hand under the table. I closed my eyes and gripped the bottom of my seat, core tightening around the vibrator. The pressure built between my legs, and I tried to pull myself out of the dirty, dirty thoughts that I was thinking about, like Mr. Williams thrusting himself inside of me.
"Mila! This picture is beautiful!" Mom said.
I gave her a forced smile and glanced at Mr. Williams. I knotted my eyebrows together. The pressure was too much. If this continued, I was going to come apart right here in front of everyone.
Mr. Williams loosened his collar slightly and reached for his phone. I just want to bend you over this table and pound into you.
My legs trembled at his words. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep a neutral expression.
"So, Mila, when did you get into photography?" Mr. Williams asked.
I pulled my seat in, hips moving slightly against the seat itself. Everyone stared at me, waiting for my answer.
"I, uh, I started … like … maybe …" I said. I could barely focus. I pressed my breasts against the table, loving the cold feeling of marble against my nipples. "Uh …"
Mr. Williams smirked.
"Three months ago … maybe?"
"Do you like it?" he asked. I could taste his hunger from across the table.
I bit my lip and nodded my head at him. "Can I be excused? I-I have to do some … difficult homework for my economics class," I said. I needed to get this damn vibrator out of me before I came in front of my parents.
"Of course, sweetie," Mom said with a smile.
"I can help," Mr. Williams said.
"Oh." I grabbed the table, fingertips turning white, core tight. "No. I don't think-"
"Mila, he's the businessman of the company. Take advantage of him while he's here," Dad said.
I gazed at Dad, then Mr. Williams.
"I would love to help, Mila. Why don't you go show me what it is that's hard for you?"
"Okay," I said quietly. I jumped out of my seat, crossing my legs over one another and stumbling out of the room.
Mr. Williams followed me upstairs. As soon as I entered my room, I leaned over my bed and moaned softly. God, it felt so good.
He closed the door softly behind me and pushed me onto the bed. The bed dipped next to me. He grazed his fingers inside of my thigh, making me clench even harder.
And as his fingers skimmed across my wet panties, I whimpered. He slipped a finger inside and began rubbing circles around my clit.
"Mr. Williams, I-I …" I stuttered.
I moaned out as he pulled the vibrator out of me. His warm breath fanned my neck, and he peppered wet kisses down it. Leaning over on one of his elbows, he pushed his fingers inside of me. I gripped on to his wrist as he thrust them deeper.
The sound of my tightness being thrust into over and over made me wetter.
After a few moments, he pulled his fingers out of me and placed them on my lips. "Suck on it," he demanded.
I wrapped my lips around his fingers and sucked my wetness off as I gazed at him through my lashes. He took a deep breath and closed his hungry eyes as he undid his belt.
"Fuck, Mila." He crawled off of the bed, pulled down his pants, and smirked down at me.
His fingers gripped my underwear from underneath my dress, and he slowly pulled them off of me. He brushed his fingers down the insides of my thighs. I stood, craving his touch, and pressed my lips to his.
He tangled his hand in my hair and pulled me back with it. "Turn around."
I turned around and placed my hands on the bed. With one hand, he fingered the bottom of my dress and pulled it up. With the other, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to arch my back. He rubbed his hardness against my entrance.
"Please," I whispered. "Please, Mr. Williams."
He pushed himself into me slowly. I clenched the bedsheets in my hand as his thick length filled me. He wrapped an arm around my torso and groped my breast through my dress, softly tugging on my earlobe.
"You have no idea how much power I have over you, Mila," he murmured. He thrusting into me. "Anything I want, you can and will give me."
I gripped the bedsheets harder, thrusting my hips back against his. "What do you want?"
"You, on your knees."