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He smiled faintly, the first real smile I’d seen out of him today. “Those little nipples of yours are hard as bullets, Leah. I think you’re enjoying this.”
When I didn’t reply, he didn’t spare me, “Aren’t you?”
I opened my mouth to reply, but no words came out. I just stood there, holding my boobs, mouth gaping like an idiot.
He waited, unhurried, just watching my discomfort as the time stretched on. I felt a fresh rush of arousal soak my pussy, unignorably seeping into my knickers this time.
Finally, I whispered unsteadily. “Yes.”
His smile broadened, but his eyes stayed cold.
“I thought so,” he said smugly. “Fucking told you so. All you ever want is to be told what to do, just like the rest of them. Tell me again. Tell me properly how much you’re enjoying this.”
Feeling like I might die of shame, I said, “I’m… enjoying this.”
“Louder.”
Fucking bastard. I cleared my throat and said clearly, “I’m enjoying this.”
“What are you enjoying, Leah?”
I was bright red all over now, and shaking. This was so mortifying, but I didn’t want to walk away.
“Tell me how much you like stripping for me,” he said, each word deliberate. “Tell me how you like me watching you show yourself off.”
My clit throbbed even as a tear slipped down my cheek.
“I like stripping for you, Dennis. I like you watching me.”
His gaze didn’t flicker. “And showing yourself off?” he prompted, irritably.
My cheeks burned, but I complied, “I like showing myself off for you.”
Dennis gave a tiny nod. I was shocked at how thrilled it made me to have obtained his approval. “Better,” he said. “Now tell me how turned on you are.”
He wasn’t going to make me do this, surely?
“That wasn’t a request,” he said crisply. “Say it.”
My mouth opened, closed, opened again. “I’m… turned on.”
He tutted. “Feeble effort. Try again.”
I forced myself to meet his gaze. “I’m really turned on,” I said, my voice shaky again.
Dennis smiled, ever so slightly, and I felt another unwelcome burst of gratitude that I had managed to please him, even if only a little.
“How turned on?” he asked.
I hesitated, frozen on the spot. How had things come to this? Was I seriously about to admit to Dennis - Dennis! - that my knickers were fucking soaked from all of this. From him?
He waited patiently, doing nothing to dispel the tension between us, until I couldn’t stand it any longer.
“I’m so wet,” I whispered, ashamed of what I was about to reveal, “I can feel it in my knickers.”
“I thought so,” he said smugly.
I bit my lip, humiliated and hopelessly aroused all at once, wanting him to say something, anything.
Instead, he leaned back, eyes raking over me with studied disinterest. “Shame, though,” he said idly. “With those little knickers still on, I can’t see a thing. I bet you’d love to take them off for me, though.”
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