Page 65 of Sinful Lord

Do in person what I’ve been watching you do from afar, I think, keeping that part to myself. Let me see every wonderful inch up close. Finally.

“I… what do you mean?” Melina asks, clearly confused.

I bend my fingers and try to steady my racing heart. The taste of her cum still lingers on my lips. Her back is bent and her ass is directly in my face, but I stop myself from taking another bite.

The way Melina shook when I sucked that orgasm out of her was the most amazing experience of my life, but it also showed me just how fragile she really is.

Hell, she shook so violently I was worried she might break. At this point, I’m glad she had the guts to shut things down before I could take them too far. Because if my pants had come off, there would have been no more controlling myself.

It might have been the end of Melina Kilpatrick as I understand her.. And I can’t have that.

“Pleasure yourself,” I calmly repeat, lifting my chin at the delicious buffet in front of me. “Show me how you make yourself cum.”

The insides of Melina’s thighs glisten even brighter than before. Only now it’s not just a mixture of cum and lube. My saliva also coats her skin.

Fuck. I tasted her insides, and it was so fucking delicious I nearly lost my mind.

“Pleasure myself? Right now? In front of you?”

“That’s right,” I confirm.

Reaching under her, I place the dildo by her left hand. The soft silk of her thin useless nightgown brushes over my forearm, and I want to rip it off. But I manage to grind away that savage desire. I need to be gentle—even as my cock throbs so hard it hurts.

“I… I don’t know what you mean,” Melina hesitates.

To be fair, I’ve put her in an awkward position. Who masturbates on all fours, anyways?

I should let her lie down on her back, the way she always does. But I can’t willingly let her move out of this position. It’s too fucking hot.

My obedient little pet, kneeling on all fours, her back bent and her ass raised directly in my face.

The blood-soaked panties in my pocket hardly feel worth my time anymore. I’m inches away from the secrets they once covered. I’ve tasted the forbidden cherry.

It’s mine now.

“Here, I’ll help,” I say. “I know just how you like it.”

For some reason, I don’t expect Melina to fall to the bed when I lift her left hand off the mattress. But the rest of her just can’t stay upright without that second support system.

The moment her forearm bends, that beautiful peach of an ass tumbles from my line of sight. But I’m already so starved I hardly pause to commemorate it.

“Start here,” I whisper, taking Melina’s thin wrist as she cozies up on her back.

Her fingers go limp against my grip as I lead her hand between her soaking legs. Through the material of her nightgown, I can see the faintest image of her hard nipples and perky tits.

I lick my lips.

Patience, I tell myself. You’re not here to break her. You’re here to build her.

“Oh,” Melina whimpers when I lead the tips of her fingers to her preferred starting spot. Her hand stiffens, instinctively applying pressure.

She closes her eyes and gasps and I look up to the vent by the ceiling. My camera is recording. Through its lens, I’ve already watched her do this to herself. Now, I’m going to teach her how to do it even better.

Hopefully, by her next orgasm, I’ll have gotten a little closer to her heart. If not, then I’ll at least have some footage for my blackmail folder.

You naughty little princess.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I say, leading her fingers up and down, and from side to side.