Rebeka – 19. chapter

“Where the hell do you want to go now?” Rebeka frowned at Erik, but she took the whiskey he offered and downed it in one swallow. He did the same and refilled them.

“There’s a place deeper in the woods,” came the answer. “It’s open until noon.”

“What kind of pla…” She broke off suddenly, eyes widening. “Are you out of your mind?! You want to drag me to a brothel?”

He smiled and emptied his glass.

“They’ve got a beautiful stage with a pole in the middle. And I want a striptease,” he said with a wink.

“Erik, don’t be stupid,” she whispered, panic clearly audible in her voice. “I can’t undress in front of a whole pub.”

“I’ll call a taxi,” he said flatly and picked up his phone.

“No, please!” She grabbed his hand. “Please, I’ll do a striptease for you here.”

He smiled confidently.

“Here it won’t humiliate you that much. Why should I agree to that?”

She thought frantically for a few seconds, then lifted her head.

“I promise you’ll enjoy it. And even though you know why I’m doing it, not for a second will it even cross your mind that I’m doing it because I’m being forced. You’ll really enjoy it.”

He hesitated. He wanted to push her a little more, but this might already be too much for her.

“…Fine,” he agreed at last, setting the phone down. “But tomorrow. You’ve had enough for today. I’ll let you get some rest. We didn’t even have that coffee,” he remembered.

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Rebeka turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around herself.

I won’t fall asleep this horny, she thought, brushing her teeth in front of the mirror. Maybe at least he’ll fall asleep soon. I’ll get myself off.

She finished brushing her teeth and started combing her wet hair when Erik appeared in the doorway. He watched her for a moment, then stepped behind her and studied her face in the mirror.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

She obeyed. With his left hand he caught both her wrists and held them firmly. That touch stirred her arousal all over again. But it also made her angry. She sensed he was only going to tease her again. With his right hand he loosened the towel and let it fall. Then, without hesitation, he buried his fingers straight into the hair over her folds.

She didn’t move, only started breathing harder. Only when the soft pads of his fingers found her clit did she jerk slightly. He sharply pulled her wrists lower and at the same time began stroking her more firmly. She was wet almost instantly. He watched her notice her own reflection in the mirror and look away. His fingers pressed harder, his grip on her wrists tightened.

“If I had more time with you, I’d force you to look at yourself right now. I don’t want to do that to you yet, but that won’t always be true.”

Do it! Force me into anything you want! By force! Everything inside Rebeka screamed it. She bit her lip and savored both sensations, helplessness and arousal together. After the last few hours, she needed only a few minutes to orgasm, but his firm restraint intensified her arousal many times over. He denied her his fingers inside her, but he never stopped stroking her clit. And he openly enjoyed her aroused moans, until they finally turned into a cry as she came.