Goddess by Slave P

Author:Slave P
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-07-09T04:00:00+00:00

16

In spite of the ache he slept soundly. The relentless teasing had left him exhausted and in the morning his bed was barely disturbed. He woke to Olivia’s perfume and immediately the ache returned. He breathed the same fragrance that had been on Olivia’s neck when it had been so close that he might have kissed it or pressed his face into her hair. But he hadn’t kissed her neck and he hadn’t pressed his face into her fragrant shining hair. He was forbidden to touch her and he hadn’t but he had ached for her. He ached for her now; and it was getting worse.

He was lying on his side with his face pressed into the scent of Olivia’s neck. The chastity clamped tight around him and he squirmed. Frustration surged through him like a kind of anti-orgasm. He didn’t know what the time was. He kept his eyes closed and refrained from speculating. Another day of relentless teasing and denial awaited him. It was really beginning to hurt now, what the girls were doing to him. It was only the third full day so surely there was more to come; they’d barely started and it was going to get worse. He held on to what Olivia had told him, both at the clinic and since he’d arrived here; it would be painful and intense but ultimately it would help him. That thought overrode the twinge of doubt he’d experienced the day before and he knew however bad it got he’d get through it somehow; he’d go on with it, for Olivia. The skin of his scrotum began to drag on the back ring of his chastity and the painful sensation of burning began. He reached down to alleviate it but stopped and pulled his hand back. It was Olivia doing that to him. The burning intensified. He surrendered himself to the torment, surrendered himself to Olivia. He pressed his face into his pillow, breathed her in deeply, let her torture him.

He found the girls in the kitchen. Breakfast.

It was odd that this time over breakfast with these two beautiful girls should feel so familiar, so comfortable. It had echoes of earlier times, the shared houses of university days when someone’s girlfriend had stayed over. Hannah or Elaine. Hannah searching through cupboards for bowls or clean cups. ‘Do you guys ever wash anything up?’ Elaine smiling at him. He missed those times.

This morning he’d come into the kitchen to find Lauren sawing a grapefruit in two, the other half for Olivia. He’d only met Lauren a few days ago but already felt as if he’d known her for years. Then Olivia had come in, with a breezy, ‘Good morning, Paul. Did you sleep well?’ And to Lauren, who was putting the halved grapefruit into bowls, ‘Oh lovely. Is that for me?’

The girls had both been up for some time before him. Their make-up was done, their hair loose and soft and shining, the ends still damp. They were both very beautiful.

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