The Art of Seduction

Eva Monroe
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Published almost 3 years ago
Chapter 3

The Art of Seduction (Part 3)

My breathing ragged, I couldn’t help but let out a small whimper.

“Y-yes… understood…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes… M-master…”
“Mmm… Master. I like that. Does that make you my slave?”
“Yes. Oh god, yes…”

Her face was buried in my neck, but I could feel her smirk against my skin.

“Good. Before I take you home to fuck you properly, I want to see how badly you want me. I want you to prove your devotion. What will you do for me?”

I squirmed against her hand, wanting desperately to come… to have her inside me… 

“Anything… I’ll do anything you w-want…”

Abruptly, she stepped back, taking her hands away and putting about two feet between us. My body instantly craved more of her touch, but I knew better than to follow or to ask for it. My only job now was to await - and follow - instruction.

Her gaze landed on my cleavage.

“Show them to me.”

A few pedestrians passed by across the street, but I didn’t think they could see us in our shadowy nook.

I pulled down the straps of my dress, then lowered the scoop of the neckline until my tits were fully exposed and on display for her. With a sharp intake of breath, she chewed her lip.

“Turn around.”

I obeyed at once, and she stepped up behind me, close enough so I could feel her warm breath on my neck and shoulders. She pressed me forward just a little, until my naked breasts pushed against the cool glass of the dark shop window.

“Put your hands behind your back, and grab your elbows.”

I did as I was told, then felt her lift the skirt of my dress. She pulled my thong down a little more, until my ass was its own exhibit. She told me to spread my legs wider, and I complied.

Stepping back, she took a moment to drink me in. The longer she kept her hands off of me, the more I craved them. This was clearly not her first rodeo.

Just when I thought I couldn’t bear it another second, she came back to me. With one hand she clutched my hair and pulled my head back, kissing me deeply. With the other, she plundered between my legs, shoving two fingers deep inside me.

I bit my lip, hard, to keep from crying out. My hips bucked against her hand, and she broke off our kiss to flash that cocksure smile at me.

“You like that?”
“God, y-yes…”
“Do you want more?”
“Y-yes… p-please…” 
“Mmm, good girl. I like it when you beg.”

Another whimper escaped my lips, and in a moment of weakness, I brazenly asked for what I wanted. She didn’t seem to mind.

“M-more… p-please… Master…”

She grinned and thrust her fingers as deep as they would go.

“More what?”
“More… f-fingers… please…”

Her smirk turned into a chuckle, and she added a third finger to her welcome invasion. After only a few thrusts, she stopped and held her hand still, brushing her mouth against my neck.

“How’s that, slave? Is that enough for you?”

Since she was giving me the option, I couldn’t help myself.

“More, please, Master…”

With four fingers, she plunged deep inside me… deeper than I knew was possible… reaching around to my breasts, she pinched and squeezed and fondled until I could hardly stand it… and somehow, she knew.

“Are you going to come, slave?”
“If… if I m-may… please, M-master…”
“Mmm… such a good girl. So well behaved, asking for permission…”

Yet, in keeping with her delicious torment, she wasn’t granting it. I tried to be patient, and wait for her dispensation. Thank god she didn’t make me wait too long.

Grabbing under my chin, she pulled up and back to make me look at her. Then she slipped her tongue between my lips, exploring my mouth so seductively I moaned into her. Lifting away from me ever so slightly, she used her plundering hand to both assail my insides and tease my clit at the same time. Then she whispered against my lips… 

“Come for me.”

And I did, instantly, and hard.

I couldn’t help but cry out, and she clapped her free hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds of my pleasure… 

As my body relaxed, she leaned into me, but slid her hands away. I’d clearly made a mess of both myself and her hand, and she looked for a place to wipe off. Finding no other satisfactory option, she offered me her fingers, one at a time, commanding me to lick and suck them clean.

When I’d finished, she allowed me to straighten my dress and cover myself. But then she reached under my skirt and pulled my thong down to my ankles.

“Step out of those and hand them to me.” I did as I was told, and she put my wrecked panties in her pocket. “You can walk back to my place without them.”

And with that, she took my hand and led me down the street. After only a few steps, I could already feel my juices dripping down my thighs… 

With my cheeks flushed and my hair all unkempt, it felt like everyone we passed could tell I’d just been made to strip halfway naked and come in a semi-hidden doorway… 

While the idea left me flustered and a little chagrined, I felt an irrepressible smile fill my face… 

Finally, I was here… exactly where I belonged.

Continued in 'At Your Service'

 More by Eva Monroe:

After Hours
Alone Time
The Art of Seduction
At Your Service

Coming Home
Dream Come True
Punished at the Office

Slave Training
To Sir, With Lust
Where I Belong