CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50

I slid the towel away slowly until her massive ass filled my vision. Black lace panties clung tight to her, hugging every curve. My throat dried. I poured more oil into my hands and pressed into her flesh, kneading, spreading, sliding over those heavy mounds.

She gasped louder this time, hips shifting ever so slightly. "God... that feels..." She trailed off, her voice almost a whimper.

I kept going, working my palms deep into her ass, pushing and rolling the flesh under slick skin, the oil glistening as I moved. My fingers crept lower, trailing the lace, brushing dangerously close to where her thighs parted.

Each stroke drew out another sound, higher, needier, her body betraying her as the oil warmed and my hands explored. Her legs twitched, spreading just a fraction.

My fingertips skimmed the very edge of her pussy, just a teasing brush through the lace. She gasped sharp, her whole back arching in reflex.

I leaned in again, close enough for my mask to almost graze her ear. "Would you... like the special treatment we offer?"

She gulped, the sound thick, heavy with nerves—or anticipation. Then she nodded.

Her body twitched when I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her panties. I dragged the lace aside, slowly, until her pussy folds and tight little asshole were bared to the candlelight. Oil glistened across her skin, catching every flicker of the flame.

Pink and cute. Fuuuuck.

She sucked in a sharp breath. "Wait... you’re really—"

"Relax," I murmured, my voice steady even though my cock was straining hard beneath my pants. "This is part of the treatment. Just breathe."

I let my fingers hover, dragging the back of my knuckle just above her slit, not dipping in—just tracing, drawing out the anticipation. Her folds were slick with oil, the delicate skin twitching under my lightest touch.

"God, that’s... ticklish," she gasped, a nervous laugh breaking through before it melted into a low moan.

"Not ticklish," I corrected softly, brushing the edge of her pussy again. "Sensitive. That’s different."

She shifted her hips on the table, pressing back against my hand without meaning to. I smirked behind the mask, letting my index finger trace down slowly, right between her cheeks, grazing her asshole with the faintest pressure before sliding back up.

Her breath hitched, sharp and needy. "You’re... you’re not supposed to..."

"Do you want me to stop?" I whispered, finger circling just around her rim but never pressing in.

She didn’t answer right away. The silence stretched, filled only with the sound of her breathing, heavy and uneven. Then, a small shake of her head. "No... don’t stop. You’re the... professional, right?"

"That I am," I said, and watched her body shiver at the words.

I teased her again, running two slick fingers along her folds, never entering, just tracing, circling, testing every reaction. Her thighs trembled, her ass clenched tight, and every tiny sound spilling from her lips told me she wanted more—needed more—but I kept her right at the edge.

I leaned in close, my breath brushing her ear as I hooked a finger deeper into her slick heat. With the other hand, I kept circling her asshole gently, feeling her whole body tense and twitch beneath me.

"Time for a surprise, Kayla."

"Huh?"

She turned her head just enough to see me—and froze when the mask slipped off.

"E... Evan?" Her voice cracked, half-shock, half-moan. "What the fuck are you... here—"

Her protest broke into a gasp when I curled my finger just right, pressing against her inner walls. She clutched the table, knuckles white, trying to hold herself together.

"Looks like I didn’t give up," I smirked, eyes locked on hers. "So, about that Mendy situation..."

She bit her lip, sweat sliding down her temple. "God—how are you so... what the fuck—"

"Do as I say," I murmured, pumping my finger slow and steady, letting the wet squelch of her pussy fill the silence. My thumb brushed her clit just once, making her jolt. "And you’ll get to experience something you never will again in your life."

Her hips bucked against me, her body betraying her. "No—cheaters should be..." Her words trailed into a whimper as I pushed deeper, stroking that spot that made her shiver.

"You will listen to me," I growled, tightening the circles around her asshole until she clenched hard against my touch. "I own you now."

Her walls fluttered around my finger, wetter than before, juices slicking down my knuckles. "You... so good. How the hell—"

"Do we have a deal?" I asked, curling again, dragging another moan out of her throat.

"No," she gasped, shaking her head weakly. "No woman should be with Richard. He’s a manwhore, you know it."

"I know," I said, leaning closer, lips brushing her ear. "But that’s not your concern now, is it? Tell Mendy the video’s fake—and we’re done."

"I won’t," she spat, even as her hips rolled into my hand.

I thrust my finger harder, making her gasp. "You’re soaking wet," I whispered. "You’re saying no, but your body’s begging me to keep going."

She groaned, trembling, sweat dripping down her back. "F-fuck you... I’m not... oh god—"

I slowed, teasing, circling her clit without touching it. Her thighs shook. She was on the edge, panting like crazy, her pussy clenching around me like it wanted to drag my finger deeper.

"Say it," I demanded. "Do we have a deal?"

Her mouth opened, closed—her eyes glassy, unfocused. "I—no—I won’t—I will not..."

Her moans rose higher, her body spasming. She was right there—seconds away from breaking.

And that’s when I pulled my fingers out, slick and glistening.

Her scream of frustration nearly made me laugh. "You fucker!" she cried, slamming her hand on the table.

I smirked, holding her gaze as I slid a single finger back inside, just enough to make her shiver all over again. "Careful, Kayla," I whispered. "I decide when you break... not you."

Her pussy clenched tight around my finger, hot, wet, fluttering like it couldn’t decide whether to fight me or pull me in deeper. Her whole body shook on the table, legs trembling, arms straining to keep her steady.

I curled inside her once, hard, just enough to make her cry out—and then I slipped my finger free.

Her head snapped up, hair sticking to her sweaty cheek. "No! No, don’t—Evan, you fucker!"

I grinned behind her, dragging my slick finger along the crease of her ass. "What did I tell you?" I whispered. "I decide when you cum. Is that too hard to understand? You got so horny that your brain shut down or what?"

Her thighs clamped together, her ass clenched around nothing, trying to grind against the table for friction. She was lost, fighting her own body.

I leaned in, brushing my lips just above her ear. "Begging already?"

"Fuck off," she hissed, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

I slipped my fingers back inside her, slow, deep. She gasped, her back arching beautifully, pushing her ass higher in the air. I worked her pussy with steady thrusts, knuckles pressing against her swollen lips, every pump pulling another strangled moan from her throat.

Her body built fast, too fast—she was already on the edge again, juices dripping down to the towel beneath her. Her voice cracked as she gasped, "Evan—I’m—don’t stop—please—"

And I pulled out.

The sound she made wasn’t human. A choked cry, a sob, her fist hammering the table in rage. "You motherfucker! Why?!"

I smeared her wetness across her ass cheek, spreading it like oil, then circled her rim until she squirmed. "Because I own you now," I said, calm and low. "And you’re going to give me what I want."

Her reply was muffled against the crook of her arm. "You... you can’t just—god—"

But her hips lifted again when I slid two fingers back into her.

This time, I gave her more. Pumping harder, thumb flicking her clit in slow, teasing strokes. She was gone, panting, moaning loud enough that anyone passing the door could’ve heard. Her walls clamped tight, rippling around me, her whole body winding tighter and tighter like a spring about to snap.

I felt her peak cresting—and I stopped.

Pulled my hand away completely.

She screamed into the towel beneath her, muffling it, biting down hard to keep from losing her mind. "You—fucking—bastard!"

I laughed softly, rubbing her slick folds but refusing to enter. "Not yet. You’ll cum when I say you can. Not a second before."

Her thighs shook, her ass lifted high as if begging. She turned her head enough to glare at me, eyes glassy with frustration and need. "You’re... fucking evil," she muttered.

"And you’re soaking wet for it," I shot back, dragging two fingers through her folds. The wet sound was obscene, a squelch that made her whimper in humiliation. "Say it isn’t true. Say you don’t want me to keep going."

Her lips parted, but nothing came. Just a broken moan.