Chapter 39 Yes Daddy
Evelyn’s POV
“Yes….Daddy.”
Lorenzo’s shoulders eased as he looked at me with so much need burning in him, his eyes narrowing with quiet intensity. Every movement, every breath of mine seemed to fall under his command, and I could feel the weight of his control pressing down, unshakable and absolute.
“Now get it done,” he said, voice low and firm. He settled back into his seat, his gaze held me with a quiet dominance, every inch of him radiating control that I couldn’t escape.
I turned, my mind racing from the thoughts. Am I really going to do this? Is this what I want?
Of course, Eve. This is what your body needs. To feel like a grown woman, to do things that you have never imagined that you will do. Another voice screamed inside me.
My steps carried me closer to the wall, and I leaned against it, seeking support. The cold surface sent shivers down my spine, sharp and sudden, and I couldn’t help a small, startled hiccup.
Lorenzo sat with his arms thrown apart, resting heavily on the chair. His eyes glued to me.
He hissed. “Eve.”
I startled, my heart skipping a beat, and without a second thought, I hastily pulled the slit of my robe aside. The movement felt abrupt and kind of desperate at the same time, my hands trembling slightly as I tried to steady myself, every nerve on edge.
Not for once have I ever thought of fingering myself with someone watching me totally exposed. Shame washed through me mixed with a pleasure that I fought so bad to hide.
My hand ran slowly over my body, from my neck to my face, cupping my breast with a soft squeeze, then down to my thighs, swaying my body like a cheap slut.
It wasn’t as difficult as I thought. All I had to do was close my eyes, and the memories of the steamy stories I’d read in the past would creep in. Then I’d just feel it and follow what the author wrote.
I felt my eyes flutter tight as I slid a finger down my entrance, tilting my head against the walls. I gave myself the first thrust and a jolt of heat shot through me. My walls clenched, greedily tightening around my fingers, making it a little difficult to pull out. My fingers slipped out, only to plunge back again and again. Slowly. Unhurried.
My pace quickened, pleasure shooting through me, making me crave more. Never in my life had I imagined I could feel this much pleasure with someone watching me touch myself.
Just as the rush began to take over, Lorenzo’s voice slipped in, breaking through the haze.
“Stop!” He groaned, his breath heavier than the other.
My hand stilled, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath, gasping uncontrollably.
He rose from his seat, his movements deliberate, hands reaching for his belt with an intensity that made desire burn through me.
Was he about to take me here?
God. This is insane.
Anyone could walk in here. But the fire cursing through me wouldn’t let me think straight. To stop him.
Lorenzo unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall and hang loosely around his legs.
He looked at me with so much lust in his eyes. “Now.” His voice came out sultry, but commanding. “We are going to stroke together.”
“What?!”
His glare flickered on me, daring me to defy him.
My eyes fell on his cock, already hard, veiny and pointing.
“Now, stroke yourself.” He commanded.
I didn’t want to. But as I found the swelling tip of his cock almost red, that tingled a sensitive part of me. I obeyed him at once and let my hand grease my clit again.
Spreading my legs wider as I arched my ass up. Hitting my walls softly. I shifted my stance, feeling the strain in my body as I braced myself, each movement sending sharp jolts through me. My muscles tensed involuntarily, and I struggled to steady my breathing.
“Oh, my God…” I gasped, the sudden tang of metal biting at my taste buds. A shiver ran down my spine, and I instinctively pressed my hand to my mouth.
Lorenzo stood across the room, his hand wrapped around his cock, while the other rested strongly on his waist. “Yes……Eve……just like that.”
He kept stroking harder and faster, “don’t hold back your moan….release them…..” He ordered.
I closed my eyes and rose onto my toes, grounding myself despite the tension coiling in my body. Each breath was deliberate, sharp, and measured, as if the slightest movement could set everything off.
“Look at me.” His voice called through the room, sharp and trembling.
I obeyed. Lifting my gaze, my eyes met his hard length already swollen from his strokes. “Continue stroking yourself as you focus on me. Don’t ever break eye contact again.”
I nodded frantically, my gaze locked on his. For a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed, and we were the only two people in it. Our movements increased, faster, quicker, and filthier.
“Oh, my personal slut.” Lorenzo roared. “Look how wild you are going for Daddy.”
He pumped again and I followed, my fingers curling inside me that I never knew I had inserted the second one. I kept on stretching myself wide. Soft moans spilling from me, licking out of the walls.
“Touch yourself too.” Lorenzo gave another instruction.
I obeyed again, like the little lamb being led by her shepherd, every reason to fight the moment erased. This time I was the submissive, humble Evelyn Martins. No defiance.
My hand moved to my chest, sliding into my breast, I glided a finger, brushing it too hard that it aches so bad but still feels good at the same time.
“Yeah…..you are getting it right.” Lorenzo growled, pumping faster at his cock.
His muscles tensed, veins standing out like cords beneath his skin, every motion radiating controlled force.
“How….how does it feel….?”
My eyes rolled to the back. “Fuck me…..yeah….it feels….so good…..”
my body trembled, chasing for my release and Lorenzo caught it.
“Eve….don’t even dare…..” he yelled. “You are not permitted to cum, until I say so.
I nodded quickly, biting my lips into a thin line.
My core clenched as I continued to thrust faster, deeper, spreading myself wider. The slick sound of my wetness filling the entire room. “Please……”
“No,” he groaned. “Not, yet.”
He kept stroking faster, harder, tirelessly. Deep, guttural sounds escaped him, echoing in the room.
I continued hitting my walls, doing everything possible not to get daddy angry. Before I could hold back even more, he was close to me. One hand still on his cock, stroking even more harder.
“What……?” I managed to hold my eyes open while I continued thrusting inside me.
He didn’t let me say more than one word. His strong arms curved around me and in one swift motion he lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing and in a blink of an eye we were already at the table.