A sensual strategy

"Please?" I whispered, unbuckling his belt as he continued to hold my face, his eyes scrutinizing me.

"Why are you doing this?"

Fuck, I had no answer for that. I'm going to be tied to William for the rest of my life. I deserve to worship one last dick before then, don't you think?

I licked my lips purposefully as I unbuttoned his pants with my fingers and smiled at him.

"Worship." His voice cut off as his cock freed itself from his boxers. I stifled a moan as I gazed at his erect cock , thick and increasingly swollen. I was overcome with a surprising surge of need.

"Do you want to please me, Amelia ?"

Edward sounded different than I had ever heard him, with a commanding tone in his voice that made me squirm. I had no intention of enjoying myself, but fuck, I wanted to taste him.

"Yes." He slid his hand through my hair, stroking me gently. It should have been humiliating, having him pet me like a pet, but it sent a shiver through my crotch. What was wrong with me?

"Then you'd better ask me nicely. I don't let just anyone suck me off." He swayed mere inches from my lips and I squeezed my thighs together. I was overcome with the temptation to let him go further, to climb on top of him and ride him into the night. But I couldn't. I didn't have the time.

"Please, can I suck your cock?" My cheeks reddened as the words came out of my mouth.

"Yes, beautiful, you can suck my dick." The words got stuck in his throat as I leaned forward and extended my tongue, licking his entire length without taking my eyes off his face.

"Fuck," he moaned, reaching up to his cock and pressing the tip against my lips, spreading salt there.

" You look so beautiful on your knees. Made for cock worshipping."

I spread my fingers over her still-clad thighs and took her into my mouth, running my tongue over her hot, flared head.

"What a good girl. Use that tongue to show me how much you want to please me."

Her words were sweet, why did I feel so dirty? So delicious, why did I want to feel him swell against my tongue and fill my mouth with his cum?

When his fingers caressed my jaw, I wished I could take him all the way down my throat, but I knew full well it wasn't a skill I possessed.

"That's it, baby, swallow me." His breathing quickened as I increased the pace and suction. As much as the thought of kneeling there with him in my mouth turned me on. I had a job to do. I needed him to cum, and fast.

I added a hand to the base of his cock, alternating between hard fist strokes and sliding my mouth over his head.

"Fuck, Amelia." His muscles vibrated under my touch and he threw his head back as he curled his fingers in my hair. " Like this, sweet girl."

My pajamas were soaking wet and I desperately wanted to slip a hand between my legs. I hadn't expected him to be so hot. So dominant. I had imagined a quick blowjob like the ones he'd given me halfheartedly in college. Exciting me to the point of grinding against my heel had been a total surprise.

Edward tensed and I felt him try to pull back, but I reached around him and held him firmly by the hips.

"Amelia , I'm going to cum if you keep this up."

"Fine," I mumbled with a mouthful of cock .

"Do you want me to fill your mouth with my cum?"

"Please?"

He grunted, eyes fixed on my face as he pushed against my tongue.

" You're so horny. So needy. I'm going to cum all over that precious tongue of yours."

A moan startled me and I sucked him back in greedily. His tattooed hands tugged at my hair as he pumped inside my mouth. My head went blank and I focused solely on his blue eyes.

"Get ready to swallow it, baby." The urge to do exactly that made me squirm at his feet. I wanted to see her satisfaction if I swallowed every last drop. But I couldn't. I still had a plan, and in this I couldn't deviate.

I coughed as he held my mouth tightly, ropes of hot cum hitting the back of my tongue as I gagged. When he released me, I spit it all down the front of his pants.

"Sorry," I muttered as I looked at the cum staining the front of his black pants.

"Shit," he said, but when he saw my face, he smiled at me and stroked my cheek. "Don't worry, you did great."

The praise in his voice filled me with a warm feeling before the guilt took over and washed it away.

"I can't go out like that, though."

"Maybe you could say you spilled your drink." It was undeniable. It had to be for my plan to work.

"Your father would kill me if he thought I'd been jerking off at work, and even more so if he knew I'd stuck my dick in one of his daughters."

"You can use my bathroom to clean yourself. There's also a shower. I'll get you some spare pants from the laundry. I think Harry's will fit you."

He looked toward the bathroom door and, for a moment, I thought he would refuse. When he looked at me with a soft smile, I saw him relent. I had fallen for the trap.

"Okay, but hurry up. William will have me castrated if I'm found pantless in his almost-wife's room."

His hand was warm as he pulled me to my feet and lifted my chin to his face. My pulse quickened as I thought he was going to kiss me, but at the last second he brought his lips to my ears." When I've cleaned up, I'd like to return the favor. I've dreamed of tasting you and good girls are rewarded."

A shiver ran down my spine. A night on her tongue was tempting, but my new life awaited me, my chance at freedom.

"Then I'd better put my pants on quickly," I said, stepping closer to him and running my fingers along his jaw. Seeing myself rewarded with an intense gaze from his icy blue eyes, I tried to capture it. I wanted to remember that lust-filled stare, because in an hour he would hate me.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, I ran to the closet, put on loose-fitting clothes and pulled my hair back into my hat. Quickly and with my heart thundering in my chest, I grabbed my purse and was out the door in less than a minute. I crept through the house, consulting my old analog clock when I finally emerged. The good thing about having always lived in the same house was that I knew the best ways to sneak around and avoid getting caught. My adolescence had served me well.

I arrived at the bus in a matter of seconds, made change at the meter and sat in the back seat, with my cap pulled down and my hood pulled up over my ears.

Phase two completed.

Now I hoped to get out of the country before anyone found out where I was.

EDWARD

Amelia's bathroom was almost as big as my room, with a huge stone bathtub in one corner and a huge rain shower in the other. I'd never dreamed I'd be in her bathroom, or her room, let alone her mouth.

It had been a stupid idea to set foot in her room after the moment that had passed between us the day before. I went in expecting to lock a suitcase and came out with a wobbly head and empty balls. Fuck. I was playing with fire.

The way she had looked at me from her knees had been my undoing. Those pretty frilly hearts pajamas had exposed her curvaceous thighs, and her tits were about to burst from the top. I had always loved pretty, flirty clothes. I loved submissive playmates, and while I wasn't sure she was so inclined, she had played it off very well.

When she got all wet before my first good girl, I lost all reserve and surrendered myself to the moment of stolen pleasure.

I couldn't believe what had happened. Amelia Kensington was in a completely different stratosphere than I was. Worse, it had to be something unique. But I would make her scream into the pillow before I left, feel her cum in my mouth with my name on her lips. I doubted William would be so giving in bed.

Before I realized what I had been doing, I found myself in her bathroom, desperately trying to wipe the semen from my pants. I couldn't sit outside his room all night looking like I had cum in my pants. Her brothers may have liked me, but I was pretty sure they had limitations about it. Amelia was not only his sister, but she was getting married in the morning. The thought of William having her turned my guts, filling my mouth with a pungent taste. He was an absolutely horrible man. He didn't deserve her sweet face in his life. Nor in his bed.

As the minutes ticked by, I brushed the worst of the stain away, waiting to hear the click of the door as Amelia returned . Hopefully with clean pants. The house was quite large, but how long could it take me to locate some?

Shifting from one foot to the other, I glanced at the clock again: quarter past eleven. It had to have been twenty minutes or more, was he pulling my leg?

As I pulled on my pants and buckled my belt, the wet spot brushed my groin. Silence enveloped his bedroom as I opened the door and looked around. It was empty. Where the hell was I? There was a chance that some family member had misplaced it, so I decided to give it another ten minutes.

Each minute passed torturously slowly as I glanced and glanced at the clock again, my eyes fixed on the door to the room. Sweat ran down the back of my neck and I wiped it off feeling nervous. By eleven twenty-five I was pacing the room.

At eleven thirty, I was opening the door and going in search of him.

By eleven forty-five, my stomach felt full of lead.

By twelve, I realized how fucked up I was.