CHAPTER FIVE : YOU ARE A BAD GIRL.

My fingers curled around the strap of my top, slowly sliding it off my shoulders, the strap slid, making contact with every inch of my shoulders.

My heart pounded with anxiousness and fear of what he would think of my body, no man had ever seen me naked before—the disgusting looks Xavier sent my way during our subtle kisses, or when he had to touch me increased my anxiousness of being naked before a man like him.

The strap dangled languidly at the side, leaving the thin line of my pink bra left on show, as I moved to the other strap.

My deep breathing filled the room, sounding louder than ever in the quiet room—his lazy eyes met mine, and it brimmed with a certain kind of hunger.

His eyes stared intensely at me, never straying away, as he watched every move and curve of my fingers till I left the second strap to fall, the top hung loosely on my waist now.

The cool air of the room filled me, as my small perky breast was left in the open having only my bra to cover it. The delicate lace of the pink fabric framing the soft swells of both breasts, and I finally saw him twitch—his teeth grinding, as he sucked in at the sight of my boobs.

My hands moved to my jeans, gathering confidence to feel sultry. I took my time in unzipping it, as I let it fall down my legs, while I stepped out of it along with the top.

I stood in my best pair of underwear, a matching pink bra and panty, worn for the special occasion of losing my virginity.

My heart raced loudly in my chest, as I undid the hook of my bra, pulling off the straps, it fell to the ground along with the other clothes, as my breast bounced from the motion, my pink nipples hardened under his gaze.

He let out a low growl, at the sight, walking toward where I stood.

“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen,” his voice sounded breathy, as his hot breath fanned my neck. Soft lips trailed down my neck, and I twisted sideways giving him more space, while he breathed in my scent.

“And your scent is as beautiful as your body—I could drown in it, and it still would not be enough.”

His hands trailed down my open legs, slipping in between my thighs.

He rubbed them, his touches moving in an upward motion towards the center of my panties, my mouth parted slightly a breathy gasp escaping from them at the intense movements he made.

“Your skin, it’s as delicate as silk, yet supple, and it’s intoxicating,” he said, his eyes trailing his movements, as his body remained pressed on me, still fully clothed, although at some point he had dumped the suit jacket.

His hands moved up towards my core, as his fingers trailed the center of it as if marking its axis, as I let out a sharp breath from the sensation of being touched there.

One of his fingers moved the line of my panties to the side, going directly towards my soaked entrance, as he rubbed it in circles, and I let out a loud breathy gasp this time from the new sensation.

He smeared my wetness over my folds, up to my clitoris, as he gave it a tug, then a light pinch which made me moan out in pleasure.

“You are a bad girl, aren’t you?

You like your pleasure with a hint of pain,” he growled darkly, his voice sounding rich and velvety, enough to send a pool of wetness running down my thighs.

His fingers left my clitoris, and went to my center again, sinking the tip of his finger past my entrance.

I cried out at the slight intrusion, only to be distracted by his lips leaving wet kisses on my neck, down my throat and towards my open breast, leaving marks there.

He moved his fingers slightly with only the tip still inside, I moaned softly at the feeling, while he continued the journey of his mouth over my breast.

He bit harshly on the swell of my boobs, enough to cause me pain and only pain as I cried out, still grinding on his fingers, while he dulled the pain by tracing kisses on the mark.

His lips moved to latch on my nipples, as I twisted backwards, shoving my chest deeper into his mouth, as I moaned uncontrollably when his finger slid deeper into me, ripping louder moans from my throat.

He could not go any deeper because of the position we stood and the elastic of my panties which kept obstructing.

“Fuck it,” he said, as he tore my panties off me, throwing it somewhere in the room, as he carried me towards where the pole stood.

“It’s time for your punishment baby girl.”