“Where were we?” I say, and the meeting continues after a few smirks from my colleagues. My concentration drifts, which is completely unlike me. I’m normally more than attentive but today, like most days recently, my mind is on my fairy. I lean back in my chair as one of the project managers goes over the next quarter’s goals, and I think about the other night.

I finish getting ready for bed and walk out of the bathroom. Rebecca is under the covers and from what I can see, she doesn't have a shirt on. She’s sitting up so the sheet is just under her hard nipples. My already aching cock gets impossibly harder, because I know what she wants. She looks at me expectantly, but I can’t be the one to initiate it. I can’t let go of my control. I don’t know what I’ll do to her if I truly allow myself to have her, and those thoughts terrify me. Instead, I walk over to my side of the bed and get under the covers with her. This has been our routine for the past few nights. Her teasing me, and then attacking when I don’t respond. She seems to like when I tell her what to do, so maybe tonight I can do that. Rebecca leans over and traces her hands across my chest and I try to control my breathing. Just her simple touch is enough to undo me.

“Scoot down to the end of the bed and spread your legs for me.”

I see a blush blossom on her cheeks, but she bounces around excitedly in anticipation. She goes to move down and then looks back at me over her shoulder.

“Panties on or off?” she says, batting her long eyelashes at me.

“Off,” I command, already feeling my body grow tight with anticipation.

I’ve never seen her naked pussy. It’s always covered by her panties whenever we fool around. I’ve never seen a pussy in real life at all actually, just pictures or videos when I was hard up enough to google some porn. I’m hoping I don’t just attack it when she shows it to me.

She steps off the bed and removes her panties, then climbs on quickly before I can see anything. I sit up and push the covers down to my hips and slip my hand in my shorts. I’m so turned on by what’s about to happen, I could probably cum with just this tease.

She goes to the end of the bed and leans her back against the footboard. Her face is now bright red, and I know she’s probably a little embarrassed to be so open and exposed. She takes a deep breath and then slowly spreads her legs, pulling her knees up as she goes.

Her perfect little pussy looks so pink and tight. Her labia are shiny with her passion, and her clit peeks out from between them, just begging to be touched. I lick my lips, my focus between her legs as I stroke my cock harder.

“Touch yourself.”

“Bray, I can’t. Let me sit on your lap and rub your cock until I get off.”

“No. Use your fingers. I want to watch you masturbate. Finger yourself with one hand and touch your clit with the other.”

I watch her put a finger to her mouth to wet it, and then move it down to her clit and start rubbing. I finally get frustrated with my own restrictions and push the sheet and my shorts off completely. I spread my legs wide and really start working my cock—one hand on my shaft all the way up and down as I watch her other hand move to her pussy.

I start to rub my palm across my nipples and chest, imagining it’s her hand. I’m rubbing and jerking off when she cums for me. I see her body tense up and she throws her head back with a cry. She slowly rubs her clit as her legs lock up and her hips move in time. I see her pussy pulse around her fingers, looking for something to grip, and my cock leaks precum, wishing it was inside her.

After a moment, her breathing evens out and she gives me a shy smile of satisfaction.

“Again.”

“Bray…”

“Again, TInk. Now.” I can hear the pleading in my own voice but I don’t care. I need to see it again.

She spreads her legs wider and begins to rub again, my demands turning her on even more. The second orgasm doesn’t take as long, and in a few minutes she’s cumming.

Watching her pussy clench around her fingers again is all I can stand. As her orgasm takes her over, I get on my knees and go to the end of the bed. I have the sudden barbaric need to mark her. Have something of mine touching her.

“Lie back,” I demand and she moves into position.

I haven’t stopped rubbing my cock since she took off her panties, so it only takes me two hard pumps before I’m cumming on her. Big thick streams of cum splash across her soft belly, and the sight of it makes another round of cum shoot out. By the time I’ve finished squeezing all the cum out of my cock, her sweet little tummy is covered.

“Mine.”

“What was that Bray?” Mark asks, and I blink my eyes, trying to focus on where I am.

“Excuse me?”

“You just said ‘mine’. Did we misinterpret the ownership area?”

“No, sorry. I thought we were discussing something else.”

Mark gives me a quizzical look as if to check to see if I’m dying. This would be accurate since I’ve never misunderstood anything we’ve gone over.

At that moment my phone buzzes.

“Hank is here to see you,” Cindy says, and I’m thankful for the interruption.

“Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got another meeting I need to attend.” I stand and the team exits. Just a second after the last man is out, Hank comes in.

He’s a big guy, but blends in and comes across pretty nondescript. Average height, average face. Pretty much the perfect person to not draw attention to himself—including attention from law enforcement.