I took another drag from my cigarette and looked back out over the city. Fuck me. Ivy? Of all people, Ivy? There was no way I would have ever imagined I would end up kissing her. Sure, she was drunk when it happened, but still. Ivy? That was wild.
’We should meet again sometime.’ I typed.
A few seconds later, she answered.
’How about today, after dinner?’
’Sure.’ I replied. Then I sent a thumbs-up. ’Where?’
’One of my douche rich friend is throwing a party. All kinds of idiots will be there, and I need someone to be my idiot too.’
A house party. I had never been to one before. Not once. Hell, I had barely even seen one outside of movies, let alone attended one. I was not even sure if those red cups and loud drunk people were actually real or just some weird movie myth.
’Sure,’ I sent back. ’I will be your idiot. What will you be for me?’
’Idiot handler.’
’Wow.’ I typed back with an exhausted emoji. ’Okay. Text me the time.’
She sent a thumbs-up in return, and I slipped my phone back into my pocket.
A house party, huh? That would be interesting.
I was not the old Evan anymore, the guy who spent his days working at a gas station and going home to do the same damn thing again. Now I had weight behind me, thanks to the system, and whether I liked it or not, that changed everything.
I took a final drag from the cigarette, the harsh smoke hitting the back of my throat before I stubbed it out in the ashtray hidden beneath the sunbed. I then stepped inside and slid the heavy balcony door shut, leaving the quiet storm behind me.
Just as I stepped back into the warm light of the suite, as if she had been standing there explicitly waiting for my return, Minne reached up toward the top cupboard again. The deliberate motion arched her spine and pulled the fabric of her maid outfit tight, pletely exposing the smooth, pale contours of her armpits. Fuck me, was she actively trying to seduce me right now, or was she just pletely oblivious to what she was doing to my posure? Either way, we really needed to handle this whole situation right now.
"Honey," I said, keeping my voice low, calm, and utterly manding. "e here."
"Y-yes, Master!" she squeaked, her entire body flinching slightly at the sound of my voice.
I walked over to the main living area and sat back against the plush cushions of the couch, spreading my legs slightly. Minne hurried over, her small leather shoes clicking softly against the floor until she stood directly in front of me, waiting for her instructions with her hands tightly linked over her apron, her gaze fixed entirely on the carpet.
I leaned forward slightly, reaching out to wrap my hands around her slender waist. With a gentle but firm pull, I hauled her forward, forcing her down until she was sitting directly on my lap. I leaned back against the sofa cushions, letting her adjust her weight on top of me while she looked down at me, her chest heaving with shallow, nervous breaths.
She pressed her shoulders inward toward her body shyly, her fingers still desperately linked together in front of her lap, her pale cheeks flushing a deep, violent crimson. Beneath her small, soft ass, my cock instantly grew heavy and thick, pulsing hard under the layer of my pants as I locked my eyes onto her face.
"If you want something," I murmured, my hand sliding up to play with the open, decorative edge of her maid outfit near her stomach, my thumb slowly rubbing the smooth, warm skin of her belly in a slow circle, "you can just ask me. Okay?"
"Y-yes, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling so much it was barely audible.
"Now," I slid my right hand further down, navigating past the hem of her short skirt until my fingers brushed against the fabric of her panties. They were already incredibly warm and heavily damp to the touch. "Tell me. What exactly do you want?"
She opened her mouth, a hesitant, stuttered excuse already forming on her tongue, but I cut her off before she could even utter a single syllable.
"If you lie to me, Minne, I’m getting up right now."
The threat worked instantly. She stopped, her jaw tightening as she swallowed down heavily, her throat bobbing. She sat frozen on my lap for a few agonizing seconds, looking pletely torn, before she finally gave a small, resolute nod, more to reassure herself than me.
"I... I w-want you to... to have sex with me, Master," she confessed, her voice cracking as the raw truth slipped out.
I smiled, thoroughly satisfied with her obedience, and leaned up to kiss her firmly on the lips. "Good girl."
Sliding my hand beneath the waistband of her underwear, I pushed the damp fabric entirely to one side and began slipping my middle finger straight into her slick, burning pussy. Minne let out a sharp, high-pitched moan directly into my mouth, her upper body pletely giving out as she rested the side of her face against my chest, her hands still tightly linked together in her lap out of sheer habit. Knowing exactly how much she craved the submission, I brought my left hand up and pressed two fingers against her lips. She understood the silent mand immediately, opening her mouth to let me slide them inside, sucking on them slowly and eagerly with her warm tongue. I swear, this girl was something pletely else...
"You masturbated last night as well, right?" I whispered darkly into her ear, my finger slowly working its way in and out of her tight entrance. "To those videos."
She gave a tiny, incredibly embarrassed nod against my chest, her eyelids fluttering.
"What an incredibly bad girl," I said, a dark smirk playing on my lips as I smoothly slid a second finger deep inside her, stretching her tight walls. "What am I going to do with you, Minne?"
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