HER INNOCENT SLAVE (ENGLISH)

HER INNOCENT SLAVE 02

(HIS) Chapter 02

I got off of him and walked away from the bed. I slowly took off my clothes until only my underwear was left. My face was serious, but inside I was already laughing at the paleness that showed on his face.

"P-pleasure you?" he stuttered.

"Yes, please." I smiled seductively and walked back to my bed where he was now sitting.

"Please me. Pleasure me."

"W-wait." His panic was obvious.

I almost couldn't stop my chuckles. Why did he look so nervous? He even squeezed himself against the headboard of the bed. I was about to burst out laughing but was holding myself back. I was just starting, but this was already funny and entertaining.

When I got close, I reached for his hand and placed it on my chest that was still covered with a lace bra. His hand was opened wide, avoiding touching my skin with his fingers.

Is this his first time touching a woman's boobs? Because I swear, I think he would stop breathing. His cute gasp made me giddy and made me want to see and experience all his reactions more.

I could no longer hold back my laughter because he was already blushing from holding his breath. I was kneeling on the bed, covering my mouth and holding my stomach because of laughing so much. He looked at me with confusion.

"W-why are you—"

"Wa-wa-wa-why are you?" I exaggeratedly mimicked his stuttering while I laughed.

"You're so funny! I really like you!" I said while wiping the small tears from the sides of my eyes.

I opened the drawer of the side table and took my favorite scented lotion from there. He quickly caught it when I threw it in his direction. I jumped face down on the bed and turned to him, who still could not move.

"My body's f*****g needed a massage! Make it pleasurable! Hurry up! I am sleepy!"

His eyes moved restlessly when he began to move into position behind me. He still looked shocked and did not know what the first and proper thing to do was.

"Unhook my bra," I said in a moan and made myself comfortable on my own bed.

I no longer needed to look back because even lying face down, I could feel him freeze again behind me. I just smiled while keeping my eyes closed.

"Unhook it, Lucas. Don't be shy." My evil smirks were peeking out again.

I peeked at him with one eye and saw him hesitantly bringing his hand toward the hook of the bra I was wearing. When he removed the hook, I pulled it off and threw it at him. His jaw moved. I laughed. I moaned when I felt lighter after freeing my two breasts.

"Start it now. Don't hold yourself back and touch my body. I give you my consent."

Grinning, I went back to closing my eyes and waited for him to start.

I heard his deep breathing before I felt the touch of his hand. It was cold and trembling. At first, I only made soft moans. As time passed, they became louder.

"Ah . . ." From my lower back up to my nape, that moan escaped from me.

"Ah . . ." With every stroke he made, I moaned. His hands would stop midway, but then continue.

He was quiet and made no complaints. From time to time, I would only hear the sound of him swallowing hard.

"Lower please . . ." I ordered in a moan. He followed. From my upper back, he stroked downwards. "Yeah. Right there . . . ah . . . ah . . ."

I couldn't help but burst into laughter when I heard his irritated groan. Maybe with my last moan, he realized I was just teasing him because his hands didn't move, but my moans did and got even louder.

I don't usually go with Daddy when he visits people or collects money from people like Lucas's parents. It just so happened that I knew those were his parents, so I forced Daddy to take me with him.

He was lucky I saw him at the school where I transferred this year. We were in the same school but in different buildings. He crossed paths with my car on my way home. His eyes quickly caught my attention. They were like sparkling violet diamonds under the glaring sun.

"Drive the car slowly," I ordered the driver without looking back.

I opened the window. He didn't notice me, so he had no idea I was watching him. He was with some male and female friends. He was holding hands with one of the girls, who I assumed was his girlfriend. She laughed softly, almost inaudible, barely opening her mouth.

"Case digesting . . ." They were talking about uninteresting things.

I'm currently in senior high school, while he's in his last year of college. He's probably four or five years older than me. I watched him for a whole week. Their topic was always about studying. Even when they laughed, it wasn't that loud. Not once did I see him kiss his girlfriend—not even on the cheek or the hand.

Holding hands seemed to be the farthest they had gone. Their relationship had no fire and was so f*****g lame. I liked his eyes, and I wanted to spice them up. Maybe a third party could liven up their relationship? I thought it was interesting, and it just so happened that his father owed money to my father.

Fortunately, I didn't need to plan it; it was all by chance and coincidence.

"We will go to school together starting tomorrow." I was talking to him while my hands were busy searching for another dress.

We were at the mall, and he was carrying the ten boxes of shoes I bought, plus several paper bags of clothes and handbags. He had been complaining for a while now because I was just going in circles, probably sensing that I was purposely tiring him out. I had already tried on three outfits; this was the fourth.

"You look mature in red."

I was now wearing a tight red dress, checking myself in front of a full-body mirror when I heard him comment. He could clearly see how short it was and how perfectly it hugged my curves. So, he couldn't avoid giving his opinion. He was in the waiting area, sitting on the sofa, watching me while waiting for me to finish shopping.

"You look like you were in your early twenties," he added.

I smirked and looked down at what I was wearing. When I lifted my face, I seductively approached him and placed my hands on top of both his knees. He swallowed hard when my full breasts came into view. I was young, but my body was already fully developed. No one could ever guess my true age at first glance.

"Don't you like mature women, Lucas? Did the thought of me being in my early twenties turn you on?"

He backed away a little just to glare at me. He looked offended.

"I wasn't turned on! I know you are not yet a woman! You are still a kid!"

I should have been angry at his remark. Instead, it only added to my thrill and excitement that he saw me that way.

I chuckled in a sexy way and teasingly bit my bottom lip while my palms were still resting on his knees. His eyes landed on my bitten lip.

"A kid?" I arched a brow. "Are you sure of that? Let's go back home and see if I am still a kid. Deal?"

He just looked away and didn't say anything. Maybe now he realized he shouldn't tell me I'm still a kid. It was too late. I already wanted to prove to him that I'm not a kid anymore.

I kept grinning while glancing at him as he drove in silence.

As soon as we entered the room, I immediately pulled him and pushed him onto the bed. His face showed shock—he didn't expect what I did. Before he could recover from the surprise, I quickly grabbed both his arms and, without warning, kissed him.

"W-wait!" He didn't kiss back, but I could feel the pounding of his heart reaching his mouth.

The strength of his heartbeat was so intense, it was as if it reached his lips. I deepened the kiss even more. He struggled, but he was pinned to the bed because I was on top of him, holding him down. Even if he tried, he couldn't escape my strong grip.

"Do you still think I'm a kid?" I asked, urging him to say that I'm not.

He asked me to stop kissing him. I grinned and gave in for a moment. I lifted my face to look him in the eyes. He was breathless and shocked.

"Why do you want me to stop? Are you scared of this kid?"

I released his arms so I could take off my clothes. He sat up when I quickly removed the dress I was wearing. I was still on top of him, my knees on either side of his hips.

"What are you doing? Get off of me!" He held me by my waist and tried to push me away.

I didn't move. I didn't let him push me. Instead, I sniffed and kissed his neck.

"Don't be a killjoy," I said. "Wanna try this kid? Huh?"

He tried to push me again.

"I said stop! We shouldn't be doing this!"

I kept going. I brought my lips to his jaw, kissed him there, and then whispered in his ear.

"Why should I stop? Is it because I'm still a kid?"

He let out a sharp gasp when I gave his ear small, teasing bites.

"Wait... don't... do that..." he panted. "Just... just stop..."

He was telling me to stop, but he was the one who stopped pushing. I took that as my signal to kiss him deeply on the lips again.

"I don't think you want me to stop."

After I said that, I positioned myself in the right spot and began grinding mine against his clothed private part. We were face-to-face. I gazed into his beautiful eyes as I continued.

His eyes widened with a trace of curiosity. I quickly unhooked my front-clasp bra. His eyes grew even wider when my chest was revealed to him. I took one of his hands and guided it to my chest. If earlier he didn't even want it to touch my skin, now his hand was the one clinging on its own.

"Touch me, Lucas. Do it right this time," I said, unable to stop biting my lower lip. Just the thought of him holding me made me wet.

He looked straight into my eyes. Confusion, awe, and desire all mixed together in his gaze. I licked my lips and ground against him harder as I felt him grow beneath his cotton shorts.

"Open your lips, roll your tongue over my tip, and suck me." I pushed his head toward my chest.

At first, he didn't know what to do. But by instinct-and because I told him to-he stuck out his tongue and began to lick me. My lips parted wide. I gasped at every little flick of his tongue against my n****e. When he started to take it into his mouth and suck, my hand pulled a handful of hair into his head.

"Ah... Lucas..." The warmth inside his mouth kept pulling moans out of me.

I reached for his free hand and guided it to my other n****e. He unconsciously pinched it hard.

"Ah, damn! That tickles!"

I was lost in the sensation, only aware that he was groaning while I moved on his lap. It didn't take long before I felt the twitching of his length beneath me. The deep, desperate sounds from his throat grew louder.

Is he about to come? That fast?

The thought made me even more eager. My hips moved faster and harder, ignoring the firmer squeeze he gave my n****e.

"Holy f**k!" he blurted out, surprising me when he stopped sucking just to curse and grab my waist.

He looked up at me, his grip tight on both sides of my hips as I kept moving. Our eyes met—his were half-lidded, hazy with lust. His lips were slightly parted and flushed red.

When my orgasm hit me, I kissed him while trembling. Without thinking, he kissed me back. His eyes were half-closed, his growls muffled against my lips, as if the pleasure was almost painful. Then I felt it—the uncontrollable twitch of his member under me.

He came.

Still catching my breath, I pulled away from the kiss and flashed him a smug grin.

"Kid, huh?"

He was panting, his whole face flushed. His gaze lingered on me for a moment before he finally looked away.