Sex toy? Sex slave? Sex queen? (3) Where is my limit?

I quickly get dressed to run and put on some perfume like I always do.

It’s a delicate citrus scent that they already know. Will it turn them on? One of them for sure.

The expensive perfume was a gift from Pao when I mentioned once that I liked it so much.

My top is loose but cut low enough to see my sports bra underneath when standing close to me.

I see Adam’s eyes on my neckline as he stands beside me in the elevator. I take a deep breath.

Can he see my erect nipples through the fabric? I sure hope so.

When he notices me looking at him, he looks at me and I see his hypnotic eyes again as in the mirror behind me. He wants to touch me but is probably not allowed to.

My punishment, or whatever it is, is not yet finished.

I open my lips as if I wanted to say something and then close them again.

Let him wonder what I wanted to say.

Pao observes the whole thing attentively, and it certainly makes him hot to see his power at work.

Well, hopefully, he is also hard and will have to run with it.

We run through the park in silence. When Pao increases the speed, I know that he is annoyed. That’s how it’s always been so far. But maybe he’s just horny and wants to hide it or suppress it.

I keep up.

I don’t like to sweat but today is different.

My body should shine with sweat like last night when Pao had not given me a break between orgasms. I want him to see it and to remember.

When we are back in the elevator, I lean against the wall, close my eyes and breathe heavily with my mouth open and my head up.

Maybe a little exaggerated, but it will not miss its effect.

As we enter the apartment and I head for my bathroom Pao says:

“You shower with me.” He turns around and goes to the men´s bathroom.

A demonstration of power?

Sure but to whom? Me or Adam?

I follow him into the men’s bathroom which I have hardly ever entered.

Pao takes off his T-shirt and throws it into the laundry basket.

“Take off your clothes,” he says, and a shiver goes through my whole body. The hair on his chest is wet with sweat and the black line that disappears into his shorts shimmers damp as well.

My breathing is heavier and I can’t take my eyes off him.

I look up at his face and see him studying me.

I let him savor his power and pretend to hesitate.

Yet I want nothing more in the world than to get the clothes off my body and let him do whatever he wants.

I slowly take off my shoes and socks and reach for my top with trembling hands.

He waits. I let him wait.

When he already takes a breath to say something, I slowly pull my top over my head. and just let it fall on the floor.

His eyes wander to my breasts.

The sweaty bra sticks to my skin.

I look at the floor in shame as I take it off.

There would be no point in me standing with my back to Pao. There is a mirror behind me.

Then I pull down my shorts along with my panties and leave them on the floor.

I don’t look at Pao.

That’s exactly how he must want it.

Control and power.

I don’t try to cover myself with my hands and let them hang down either side of my body, clenched into fists. I’m sure he thinks that’s shame and helplessness.

It’s arousal and greed.

He makes me wait while he undresses, and I can barely contain my excitement.

Then he steps up to me and lifts my chin so I have to look him in the face.

He wants to see my discomfort turn into lust.

I feel his knee between my legs and put them a little apart. Then his hand reaches between my legs, and desire flashes in his dark eyes.

My pussy is sweaty and wet. He feels my clit, and I moan.

The permanent tension in my body immediately wants to discharge into his hand.

Slowly, much too slowly, his finger moves to my center.

I lean against the sink in my back not sure if I can stay on my feet.