Chapter 3: Rising Action
Cindy had prepared herself for this meeting with Matt. She wore a low-cut pink top with a heart cut out around the navel and a cream colored short skirt. She also had on heavier makeup than usual for her. She also made sure to wear thong instead of cotton panties. She never had a dress up like this before for a man, but she was enjoying it today.
Matt had told her what he liked and how he liked his women to dress. Cindy wasn't so sure, but Matt was very convincing. She felt seductive. Confident. Like a new woman. And as she stepped into Matt's bedroom, she knew he felt it too. His eyes roamed over her body, his gaze lingering on her exposed midriff, the swell of her tits, and the curve of her hips. The room was dimly lit, the same as before, but the atmosphere was different. Tension hung heavy in the air, like a storm about to break.
"Wow, Cindy," Matt said, his voice thick with desire. "You look... incredible."
Cindy felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks at his compliment.
"Thank you, Matt," she said, her voice soft. She took a deep breath, her nerves settling as she met his gaze. "You look pretty incredible yourself."
Matt chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Why, thank you, Cindy." He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know, I've been thinking about our last meeting."
Cindy's heart skipped a beat. She remembered their last encounter vividly, the taste of him in her mouth, the feel of his tongue on her most intimate places. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.
"Yeah?" she said.
Matt took another step forward, closing the distance between them. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "I've been thinking about how good you taste," he said, his voice low and husky. "And how hot you are."
Cindy felt her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. She knew what he was doing, the way he was slowly circling her, closing in like a predator. And she was powerless to stop him.
She could feel the heat of his body, the tension in the air, as he leaned in, his breath hot on her neck.
"You wore this for me, didn't you?" he murmured, his fingers tracing the line of her collarbone, dipping into the valley between her breasts. Cindy nodded, her breath hitching as his touch sent shivers down her spine. "It's... it's what you like, right?" she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.
Matt's fingers continued to trace patterns on her skin, his touch sending sparks of electricity through her. He leaned back slightly, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every detail. "You look fucking gorgeous, Cindy," he said, his voice thick with desire.
His fingers paused at the edge of her top, lingering there for a moment before tracing the line of her cleavage. Cindy's breath hitched again, her body responding to his touch despite her nervousness.
"And it makes me very happy that you chose to dress like a slut. Sluts are my favorite."
' Matt said as he started to rub her nipples through the fabric of her top. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, " Good girl."
Cindy gasped slightly at his touch and words, her nervousness slowly giving way to arousal. Her body responded to his touch, her nipples hardening under his fingers.
She felt a warmth spread through her, a mix of arousal and nervousness. She had never been called a slut before, and while it should have offended her, it did quite the opposite. It felt naughty, exciting, taboo. Just like Matt.
"Is that what you want to be, Cindy?" Matt whispered, his voice low and raspy. "My slut?"
Cindy's breath hitched, her mind racing with the implications of his words. She had never thought of herself as a slut, but there was something appealing about the idea.
It was thrilling, dangerous, and Matt made it sound so... desirable. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his. He was watching her intently, his eyes dark with desire and anticipation.
"Is that what you want?" Cindy asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in place, unsure of what to do or say next.
Matt nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, Cindy. I want you to be my slut. I want you to do whatever I say, whenever I say it.
I want you to be my personal fuck toy, my little whore. I want you to wear skimpy clothes and make me hard. I want you to suck my cock and swallow my cum. I want you to bend over and let me fuck your tight little pussy until you scream my name. I want you to be mine, completely and utterly."
Cindy's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a surge of heat between her legs, her pussy throbbing with arousal and anticipation. She had never heard anyone talk about sex in such raw, explicit terms. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.
This was uncharted territory for Cindy, and yet, she felt herself drawn to the dark promise in Matt's eyes. She could feel the weight of his words, the intensity of his gaze, and it sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins.
"I-I don't know if I can do that, Matt," Cindy stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt her cheeks flush with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. She had never thought of herself as a sexual being, let alone someone who could embrace the role of a 'slut' or a 'whore'.
Yet, under Matt's intense gaze and explicit words, she felt a strange, exhilarating pull. It was like he was showing her a part of herself she never knew existed, a dark, forbidden corner that begged to be explored. Under his gaze she wanted to get in.
She wanted to explore this dark, forbidden territory.
Cindy leaned in close to him so her breasts were pressed against him. She could feel the heat of his body. "Yes," she whispered. "I want to be your slut."
The words were foreign to her, and she wasn't sure she meant them, but they felt right coming out of her mouth. Matt's hands immediately went to her ass, lifting her up so that she was sitting on the edge of the couch. He positioned himself between her legs, his hard-on pressing against her through the thin fabric of her skirt.
"Good girl," he growled, his lips brushing against hers. "Now take your top off and get down on your knees." Matt commanded, his voice thick with desire.
Cindy complied, shivering slightly as the cool air hit her bare skin. She could feel Matt's gaze on her, his eyes roaming over her body as she slowly peeled off her top, revealing her tits to him. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the raw desire that made her feel both nervous and excited.
She knelt down on the floor in front of him, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him. Matt's grin was wicked, his blue eyes dark with lust. He reached down and undid his belt, his fingers fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans.
He pushed them down, along with his boxers, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. Matt then put his cock in between her tits. " Squeeze your tits slut." Matt demanded, his voice hoarse with desire.
Cindy did as she was told, wrapping her tits around his cock, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. She could feel the heat of his cock against her skin, the smoothness of it gliding against her tits.
"Fucking hell, Cindy. Your tits are so fucking soft, so fucking perfect." Matt groaned, his hips moving slightly, pushing his cock deeper into the valley of her breasts.
Cindy looked up at him, her eyes meeting his gaze. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, the raw, primal hunger that made her feel both wanted and powerful.