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Daphne expects a lot because she wants a lot.
Because she gives a lot.
She looks back at me for one glorious moment, then she gives into her desire. Her eyelids flutter closed. Her hand moves with more purpose. She fucks herself with the toy as she toys with her nipple with her free hand.
Again and again.
Until her breath hitches.
Until her toes curl.
Until her lips part with a groan.
She's close, but she's not there. She can't get there from penetration alone. Even with the vibrations.
She brings her other hand to her clit, and she touches herself exactly how she needs, long strokes of her finger as she fucks herself again and again.
She works herself through her orgasm, moaning low and deep as she comes.
She pauses for long enough to catch her breath then she fucks herself again. No teasing this time. Straight to what she needs. The in and out thrusts. The long strokes of her finger.
She comes quickly, her expression filling with bliss and need and tension and releasing until it's only bliss. Until she's a puddle on the ground.
Relaxed, spent, at peace.
She turns off the toy and tosses it aside.
I wait for her to catch her breath then I answer the dare she issued.
I stay in front of the bed. I stay positioned so she can watch in the mirror, and I strip out of my tie, shirt, shoes, slacks.
The boxers.
She sits up straight, and she finds a position leaning against the headboard.
She reaches for something and tosses it to me.
The lube.
"Bad girl." The words fall off my lips. Pure instinct. A visceral need to play this game with her.
That perfect defiant smile spreads over her lips.
She doesn't saygame onbecause she doesn't have to. It's written all over her face.
Her eyes travel down my body and settle on my cock as I squeeze just enough lube for just the right friction.
She stays there, watching the action with wide-eyed wonder as I stroke myself.
I try to start soft, but I'm too revved up, and she's naked on the bed, flushed and wanting and daring me to come for her viewing pleasure.
I don't have the patience for soft.
Or teasing.
Or build up.
The second I make eye contact through the mirror, I give in to the need coursing through me. I tighten my grip. I move at just the right speed.
