Help
So now what? What happens next? This isn’t what you expected.
This was no slow erotic dance of ropes and fingers. This wasn’t very erotic at all. Getting naked had been erotic, sure, but now it wasn’t and perhaps it was getting a bit chilly even and you really need a drink.
And he is just sitting there. He seems to be waiting, but you don’t want to know what for.
Nervously you smile. Your fingers start to wriggle and you find yourself scratching your leg. He raises an eyebrow. You sigh.
So now what. You wiggle in the chair and though he hasn’t tied you to it, it feels as if you’re stuck with superglue. And you feel more naked by the minute.
You look back at him, perhaps it’s becoming a less than friendly look, or at the very least a questioning look. He raises an eyebrow and you wonder.
Now what?
He shifts in his seat and leans forward, moves into your space. It makes you nervous and you soon find yourself biting your lip. How cliche, you frown at yourself.
So you try to lick your lips, put a brave smile on and settle back into the seat. You’d really like a sip of that water, but clearly your hands are tied.
You can do this, you tell yourself, youwantto do this, though you’re not so sure what this thing you want is anymore. As long as he smiles though, all is well, surely.
And he smiles, it melts something inside you, makes you squirm, damp, hot and bothered and you find yourself spreading your legs a bit.
Oh god, you go to close them but he reaches out and stops you. Slowly his finger runs up your thigh, pausing about halfway.
Your mouth has never been so dry before and yet somewhere there’s juices flowing suddenly. He pinches the inside of your thigh and you almost yelp before you settle back down again.
It’s no use, it has to be done. You open your mouth and he smiles and nods.
“May i have a sip of water please?”
He reaches out and holds the glass to your lips. He watches proudly as you sip.
“All you had to do was ask, you see,” he smiles. “How will i know that you need help if you won’t ask?”
His finger travels up your thigh. “I need to be able to trust you too, you know,” he says. “Completely.”
Higher his finger travels. You whimper and his fingers touch your swollen clit. “Perhaps, if you beg nicely, i will help you with this too.”
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©words: cat / be-pleasing-always
Sweet dreams cat. By virtue of being here, you made the world a better place.