27. Watching 🔥

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Your mouth opened slightly in awe.

Beg?

He wanted you to beg?

Your heart started beating faster.

You sat up on your knees in front of him, arching your back slightly and looking up at him.

'Oppa please,' you croaked, your throat the only place of you that felt dry.

'Please what? What do you want?' Mr. Lee told you. His large hand grabbed your chin, putting one of his fingers into your mouth.

You sucked on it shortly before he took it out again so you could speak.

'I want-I want you to take me to bed,' you whispered feeling embarrassed.

'That's all? You want me to leave you behind there?' Mr. Lee asked, still with that dark grin on his face.

You shook your head.

'Tell me what you want. Say it,' Mr. Lee demanded.

'I want you,' you whispered embarrassedly.

'Beg,' Mr. Lee demanded, clearly reveling in his power over you.

'Please Oppa, I want you so bad. Please,' you whispered, your chest heaving in anticipation.

Mr. Lee grinned broadly at you, squatting down to bring his face level to yours.

'Good girl,' he said, stroking your face. You closed your eyes at his touch.

'Now go upstairs to your bedroom and get out all your toys. Be ready when I come up in two minutes,' he told you.

You instantly got up, running upstairs. You dumped the box with toys on your bed and threw off your clothes, crawling onto the bed.

You had barely made yourself comfortable when Mr. Lee came in. His shirt was unbuttoned and you could see a slither of his perfect marble-looking chest.

The corners of his mouth turned upwards as he saw you sitting in your underwear on the bed.

'I won't be fucking you just yet tonight,' Mr. Lee spoke standing at the end of the bed.

You looked up at him with a pout.

He chuckled at the sight of your disappointed face.

'You need a little training before you can take me,' Mr. Lee said cupping your face with his hand.

His words made you even wetter.

'Lie down on your back,' he told you.

You obeyed.

'Now, I want you to masturbate using only your fingers. You're not allowed to cum,' he said tilting his chin slightly.

You looked at him with big eyes.

Masturbate?

In front of him?

You gulped.

Feeling extremely awkward and closing your eyes, you slowly put your hands down to play stroke over your soaked panties.

Mr. Lee clacked his tongue.

'Open your eyes. Look at me,' he corrected you. You let out a small moan in protest but did as you were told. Mr. Lee's black eyes were staring down at you, his jaw clenched. You continued moving your finger over your panties, trying your best not to look away from him.

'Open your legs more,' Mr. Lee grinned at you. Biting your bottom lip hard you spread your legs slightly.

'More,' he demanded. You obeyed.

Mr. Lee's smile broadened as he now could easily see the wet patch between your legs on your red panties.

'Good girl,' he nodded.

You continued circling over the fabric between your tights, watching Mr. Lee's face as you did so. It was easy to see how much he enjoyed watching you.

At first, he had stood at the end of the bed, his arms folded as he watched. But as time crept on his posture changed. He relaxed his arms and leaned against the bedpost. His lips slightly parted as you started to speed up a little.

'Take it off,' he said after two more minutes.

This was it.

The moment you had been most anxious about.

The moment he would see you for the first time.

With shaking hands, you started to peel your panties down from your hips.

When they dropped on the floor you instantly closed your legs.

Mr. Lee looked at you with one eyebrow cocked.

You knew he wouldn't be satisfied with this.

Slowly you spread your legs for him again, this time with nothing to hide you away from his raking eyes.

He licked his lips as he looked at you.

'Continue,' he told you.

Almost shaking with nervous you put your hand down again, letting your fingers play around with your wet core while you maintained eye contact with Mr. Lee.

It took a while before you could focus more on your own body instead of Mr. Lee's face.

You let out a small moan as you felt the start of the build-up in your underbelly.

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