Her body sinks into the mattress, sated, warm, pink, sexy.
When I’m done sucking my fingers, I brace myself on both sides of her and lean down close to kiss her lips for the first time. Gentle nibbles with flicks of my tongue across her lips.
She tries to lift her head and deepen the kiss, but I don’t let her. I tease her instead, not allowing her to control things, not giving her the deeper kiss we both crave. Not this morning. Not yet. Not now.
I hadn’t meant to kiss her at all this soon. It had just happened. And I’m not sorry, but the feel of her lips does nothing to calm my cock. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hard.
I pull back. I need to leave this room before I change my mind and yank my flannel pants down. I’m so turned on that I would probably take her without a condom.
I stand slowly, leaving her sweet body splayed open on the bed. I lean down to peck her lips one more time. “Choose a drawer, little one. I’ll meet you downstairs in half an hour. Braid your hair on both sides.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes.
I pad from the room, close the adjoining door, and head straight for my bathroom. All I can think about is wrapping my hand around my cock, closing my eyes, and picturing Sabine’s body while I masturbate to her image.
Chapter 9
Sabine
I start shaking as soon as Master Kellen is gone. I stare at the door he exited through for several minutes, my ears ringing as though I’ve been at a loud concert. He’s just turned my world upside down and inside out.
I can’t believe he made me come like that and then walked away casually. I felt his erection against my thigh while he fingered me. He clearly wanted me, too. I don’t understand why he has a no-sex rule. I wanted to beg him to take me. Even after I came, I wanted more.
I finally tug my nightgown over my breasts and push to sitting. I’m still breathing heavily from the best orgasm of my life. When I decide my legs will hold me up, I pad to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are pink. My hair is a mess. I’m sexually frustrated.
That’s absurd of course. I just came. If anyone should be frustrated, it should be him. Not me. But I am. And I’m kind of ticked.
At least he didn’t leave me hanging like last night. That had been the worst. Hands down. But I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted Master Kellen while he fingered me. I’m frustrated that he made me come so easily. I’m frustrated that he didn’t fuck me. I’m frustrated that he left the room.
I tug my nightgown over my head, use the toilet, and then wash my hands and face. My hair is frizzy, but it won’t matter if I’m going to braid it.
Naked, I pad back to my bedroom, open the blinds, and then step over to the dresser. I stare for a moment, unsure what drawer I want to open. I finally decide to go for the drawer labeled ten.
Before I open it, I listen closely. I can hear the shower running in the master bathroom. If Master Kellen is in the shower, then he’s not watching me on the camera.
I glance at the corner where a dim green light indicates it’s active, and then I quickly open drawer number six, just to see if he refilled it from yesterday. He has. There is a lavender dress inside. I don’t dare touch it or pick it up to examine it further. Instead, I shut the drawer and pull open number ten.
My heart is racing as if I’ve stolen a cookie or snuck away from one of my nannies without her knowing. I did that sort of thing when I was a kid. I got away with it every time. It gave me a rush. I feel a similar rush now as I lift out today’s clothes and pad back to my bathroom. I set everything on the counter and then take a deep breath.
I jerk the panties out of the stack first and pull them on. White. Plain. Interesting choice. Next, I lift a white blouse. It has short sleeves and a collar. I put it on, trying to ignore the fact that I would never wear a blouse without a bra. I button it up, leaving the top button undone. The material is thin and light, but it’s pressed and wrinkle-free. I grab the pleated plaid jumper next.
I pull it over my head. The top part that rests on my shoulders is basically two three-inch sections that hold up the skirt. It’s not fitted. The skirt is pleated and loose. And short. Very short. I look like a schoolgirl in a uniform.
I feel like a very naughty school girl. I don’t know what’s come over me, but something about the combination of being denied Master Kellen’s dick and then peeking in that drawer has made me feel mischievous. It’s like I’m sliding back to my real childhood. One where I would have hidden in the closet next and waited for someone to come find me instead of heading for breakfast as expected.
I put on the white socks, fold them down, and then the black Mary Janes. When I stand and look in the mirror, I realize I need to tackle my hair next. I open a drawer and grab a brush with wide bristles. Even using that is going to cause my hair to pouf out, but I don’t have a choice. I need to work through the tangles before I can possibly braid it.
It takes me longer than I have time for, and when I’m done, I’m late. I wonder if Master Kellen will spank me again? And then I wonder how I feel about
