“The breasts are good,” he remarked without inflection. “Please remove the brassière.” When I did so, he said, “The nipples, please.”
With the flat of my palm, I let my hand circle across each breast in turn. Contact with the nipples was minimal: the sexual temperature in the bedroom was already so intense they needed little physical stimulation. I turned in profile for him to see how they protruded.
Nikos was still handling his penis with slow deliberation, bringing it to its full extension. I wanted to kneel and take it into my mouth, to let Nikos know how badly I wanted it inside me somewhere, anywhere. But something unspoken had happened between us from the moment we sat across the restaurant table from each other, something that established that Nikos was in control and that I would do whatever he wished. So now, when he said, “Next, the knickers,” I stayed silent and obeyed.
“Give them to me, please.” He took them and held them to his nose, stroked his penis with them a few times and then set them to one side. “Now bend.”
Determined by now to do everything possible to bring Nikos to the point where he would be compelled to add actions to words, I tuned my back to him, straddled my legs wide and, leaning forward with my forehead resting on the bed, reached behind me and opened my buttock cheeks with my hands. I held the pose until he said, “Good. Very good. There has been no penetration there?”
Nikos had not lost his ability to surprise me. “No,” I replied, “Never.”
“Now turn.”
This time I lay back on the bed, spread my legs and used my hands to open my vagina lips for his inspection. “Stay for a moment,” said Nikos, rising from his chair. Methodically, he undressed himself, carefully folding each item of clothing and placing it on the chair. When he was completely naked, he came close to me and, without speaking, inserted two fingers in my vagina. Apparently satisfied with the wetness he found, he withdrew his fingers and gripped his penis again.
“Move on to the bed, please. Stay wide. Touch yourself. Show me.”
We both recognised that he would demand and I would comply. Although for me it was a totally new experience, I had neither the will nor the wish to object. This was sex as I had never contemplated it and I was drawn by it, relishing the tension between my increasing desire and his power to delay its fulfilment. Nikos wanted to watch me masturbate, and I realised I wanted to let him see. While he knelt beside me on the bed, i began to caress my clitoris. I was so aroused, I would have liked to apply the rapid friction that would have brought on my orgasm in seconds, but more importantly I wanted to give him a proper demonstration. Accordingly, I fastened my eyes on the way he handled himself and tried to match the tempo of my stroking to his. It was good but it couldn’t last indefinitely. Despite biting my lip and taking in deep breaths, I was nearing the point where I would no longer be in control. Nikos said, “Enough. Stop now, please.” I noticed with pleasure that his own manipulation had grown faster but he pinched the base of his penis between thumb and forefinger for a few moments, and that seemed to retard any possible ejaculation without having any effect on his erection.