Page 15 of Lau Ahi
“And the portions I can see belong to a face that would check the box on any man’s fantasies.” His eyes traveled over my face as though he could see through the mask completely. They focused on my lips and I battled the smile that wanted to come over them as I could see he liked what he saw.
“I didn’t imagine you as a man who indulged in fantasies.”
“Only in my dreams. I feel you will be haunting mine for a while after tonight.”
I had to swallow the words that I wanted to speak, which would’ve voiced my belief that he would torture me well after tonight, too.
Best to get on with it then.
“I have complete control, right?”
A swift nod of confirmation, he then followed up with verbal agreement. “Yes. What would you like me to do first, mistress?”
“I have options? Is there anything off-limits?”
“No. Am I allowed to touch you? Taste you?”
It seemed impossible but his voice had gotten even deeper than it was before. His dick that I had left uncovered swayed slightly at his question. As though even it was intrigued at theprospect of touching me. And I was intrigued. Watching his body language was a study in micro-expressions. A shifting of his lips, the slight tremor in his dick or the way he seemed to battle with keeping his hands at his sides. They were all indicative of a man who was fighting the position he was in, that clearly went against his nature, and winning.
And again he was impressing me.
“Is your tongue not as smooth when engaged in less loquacious activity?” I moved further onto the bed, straddling one of his extremely long legs. He tracked me with his eyes but didn’t move as though he were worried I was skittish enough to run away.
“I never talk.”
My lips raised in a half-smile before I gave him a slow nod remembering his earlier words. “Right, no need.”
His dick waved hello again before he spoke. “I’m more of a show person. So again, may I touch you?”
“Yes.”
I waited for him to forget himself and for him to snatch me up from the position I was in or start to remove the scrap of red cloth I was using as a dress. But he did none of that. Instead, he raised a hand slowly before he crooked his pointer finger at me, beckoning me to come closer.
“Come sit on my face, please, Mistress.”
My lips pressed together as I tried to contain my smile. “And manners?”
His eyes remained focused his face stoic in the shadows of his mask. “My mistress seems to be the type of woman where manners were important.”
“The accent?” I tensed slightly because I hated that I’d revealed something so personal. He shook his head slightly before elaborating.
“Not just that. Your aura speaks volumes.”
“Hmm.”
“Is Mistress trying to make me beg?” His tone was still deep but with a teasing edge that was somehow endearing yet sensual.
“For what?”
“For you to take your seat upon your throne.”
He flicked his tongue out at a speed that shouldn’t have been humanly possible and I was now wondering what this man actually was.
This had to be the serpent they spoke of in the book of fables. Fruit my ass, the forbidden temptation was clearly a tongue.
Before his tongue was back in his mouth he licked his lips and held out his hand to me while still lying on the bed. The rest of him was still, his body flush against the mattress but he seemed more than confident despite his vulnerable position.
Intrigued at what he was going to do, I hiked up the long red dress and crawled toward his hand before taking it. He didn’t move keeping his position of supplication intact. Instead, he simply allowed me to brace my weight on his massive hand as I made my way up his body. He was silent but the intensity in his eyes grew the closer I got to him.
