Chapter 50 Dirty & Hot
Lana’s Point of View
“Hey,” I felt something nudge me lightly, my body moved, responding to the familiar voice that belonged to Christian.
My eyes opened, and I met his icy blue eyes, glancing down at me lovingly. “Wake up, don’t you want to go back to school? I promised to take you back by noon.”
“School!” I jumped out of the bed almost immediately, my eyes darting around the room, my fingers searching through my body, my shirt was still on, but I was lacking my pants.
I remembered taking them off myself when Christian begged to please me, as if he noticed my terror, he burst out laughing.
“I’m not going to touch my master, unless I’m permitted to.” My eyes opened properly to glance at him, and that was when I noticed he was still tied up, and he was kneeling by the side of the bed.
“Why are you still like that?” My finger swept inside my hair. The last thing I remember was Christian eating me out. The pleasure crashed against my body violently. I slept, or rather passed out, after my orgasm.
“Obedience is devotion in its purest form. You told me to kneel, but you never told me to get up.” He explained, and I regarded him in horror. “I’m a good slave, right?”
I thought everything that happened between us just now was some kind of bedroom play. I thought it was going to end as soon as we both got our sexual satisfaction, but it’s not the same for Christian.
He seemed just satisfied with being on his knees for me, and I realized that maybe this was more than just some bedroom play for him.
Does he perhaps get turned on by being degraded? Insulted and humiliated?
“Yes,” I answered as I decided to test it out. “You’re a good slave.”
“Then will you reward me, please?” He begged again, his voice wounded with need, and I liked how it made me feel important.
“What do you want?” I got up as I went after my trousers at the other side of the bed.
“Please watch me while I pleasure myself.”
I froze, and my mind went completely blank.
Is he fucking insane?
He wants me to watch him masturbate? I was horrified, yet curious, curious to know what his dick looks like.
If they were like Xaviers, and or if he looked the same when his face is twisted with pleasure.
Colors and heat rose to my cheeks and my neck, and I bit down on my lips, wondering if I should agree or not. I’m the master in this case, and since he is asking me for permission, my opinion matters a lot.
Anything I say or do will be final.
I want to say no… I should say no, but the words that slipped out of my mouth surprised me.
“Go on.” I leaned back into the bed, trying to take control of my heart that was pounding wildly, the fabric of my pants slipping down from my grip, and my eyes darted to the unnatural hugeness in front of his pants.
I remember just how hot seeing Xavier’s dick made me feel, and how my panties became a messy, wet fabric from just seeing him touch the most intimate part of himself shamelessly in front of me.
“Please untie me.” He begged, and I motioned for him to come closer. He crawled forward with glee, outstretching his hands towards me, and I loosened the ropes from his wrist, and he took the noose away from his neck.
He leaned back, his muscles flexing as he reached for inside his boxers to clutch the huge manhood, and he placed the other hand on the ground as if to support himself properly. My eyes followed every single movement like the whore that I am.
It’s just like those little porn notes I wrote, but they were all of Xavier, his thighs were spread apart like the whore he is, he wanted me to see properly, and I watched without shame.
He brings his dick out, and my eyes widen as my brain tries to do a quick comparison. I couldn’t tell which of their dicks was longer, but Christian was definitely thicker, and his dick was straight.
His cock was huge, with cord-like veins wrapped around it; the fat, shapely pink tip was swollen with need and had beads of precum glistening on it.
My tongue darted out to moisten my parched lips, and my eyes met with Christian’s blue eyes that were drunken with sinful desire.
“Master, please keep your eyes on me.” He pleaded, his voice quivering, as he began to move his fingers around his thick shaft, and my heart pounded in my chest, eyes flickering between his thick cock and his eyes that were half lidded now.
Lost in his arousal.
“Ah, yes.” He groaned as he continued to stroke himself. I felt a tingle in my legs, and my feet shook.
Christian’s hips buck forward, his breathing ragged like an animal, he was panting like a dog, sweat dripping from his forehead and to his chest, despite the air conditioner being turned on.
And I barely fought the urge to get up from the bed, so I could lick off all the sweat on his body.
“Fuck. Master, please let me cum.” He groaned as he went even faster. The arousal that escaped the tip of his dick was used as a lubrication along his shaft, and the squelching sounds filled my ears, making me even more aroused.
I pressed my thighs together, unintentionally grinding against it, anything that could cause friction.
I want to feel something too.
I want to rub myself too, the way Xavier did for me.
“Please, let me cum.” He begged even more. “I can’t hold on for much longer.”
His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I felt myself tremble, my orgasm spiraling to the surface, even though I wasn’t touching myself.
Was I getting turned on by the way he was begging me? I didn’t know what it was, but the soft moans and sounds that he made as he yearned for me seemed to make my panties even wetter.
“Please, master. Arh…” He heaved again, his movement erratic, and with a loud groan, his body stiffened, and a thick whitish liquid shot forcefully out of him. His body shook as more of that liquid shot out of him; his hands continued, the squelching intensified, but he didn’t stop until everything was out.
With a sharp heave, he lets go of his dick, and his eyes flicker up to me, his cheeks red and shy.
“I’m sorry I cummed without your permission, master.” He mumbled with a satisfied grin on his face, and goodness, I have never seen anyone look so dirty and hot at the same time. “You can punish me at your discretion, but for now, we have to return to school.”