Page 109 of The Man Upstairs

“Have you done it before?”

“Once, a long time ago. It would be a very different experience with you, though.”

Her eyes were magical.

“Why would it be different?”

“Because you’re an innocent little angel, and your cunt is considerably tighter.”

Those magical eyes sparkled at my words.

“Would it hurt?”

“Maybe. That depends on how wet you were. How desperate you were to take it.”

She smirked as she looked back at the screen, her Lilith side embracing her.

“I’d be very wet.”

“And would you be desperate to take it?”

She paused, like a devil, her nerves peeping through her smile as I watched, hawk-eyed. Then she nodded, with a dirty smile.

“Yeah. I’d be desperate to take it.”

I palmed by hard cock through my trousers. I knew which part she was reading, adoring how she circled her hips again.

“You really want to see me like this?” she asked, descending further into the filth.

“It would drive me beyond crazy to see you like that. To see insideyou like that.”

She looked disappointed when the scene onscreen came to an end. She click, click, clicked for more, but there was none to be read. The rest of my work was hidden in a separate document.

“Well, that was hot,” she told me, then fake fanned herself, in an attempt to make light of it, but there was no making light of it. I wanted her too much. I grabbed hold of her chair leg and pulled her closer. Her breath hitched as I put my face in hers.

“Are you going to be that needy little slut while I film you? Do you want to be a good girl and take what you’re given?”

“You really want to do those things to me?”

“You know I do. You know that dirty little heroine is you.” I took her face in my hands, squeezing her cheeks. “How did it feel to read about yourself? Did you like it?”

Her voice sounded so cute with her cheeks gripped.

“I loved it.”

“Liked reading about your own pussy being used like a fuck toy? Stretched and raw? Taking what it’s given? I swear, I’ll be giving you a lot to take.”

She nodded, managing to smile.

“Do it. Show me.”

“You’re going to let me own your cunt like that?”

She gasped as I let her cheeks ago, then moaned as I ran my fingers up her thigh. Her panties were soaking under her skirt, just as I’d hoped they’d be.

“You know I want it, Julian. Give it to me. Those words are just promises until you make them real.”

The beast was alive in me. The possession took control.