Chapter 7：I Itch To Touch Her

"I... I didn't know. I thought of apologizing to her before we leave work. I kind of raised my voice to her during our meeting but she's in a hurry. I didn't catch her so I just watched her leave safely from the building."

"What else happened to your day, pet?" Madame coaxed even more with her cold stern voice.

I've obviously upset her. The tension coiled inside me, making my shoulders rigid. I'm afraid. I feared to know her reaction. I knew I couldn't lie to her. She had a way of knowing everything. I wanted to dally answering her but it seemed to make the situation even worse.

"I don't want to force it out of you, Bruce. Tell me more what happened! You told me you were good today but it seems that you lied."

"I... Madame, I'm..." I trailed off and bit my lip to swallow my nervousness. "I kind of grazed Winter's breasts in the tight elevator. It was an accident. I swear."

There was a distinct pause after I told her that and I waited for the worst. But I was surprised when she remained calm.

"Did you like it?" Again, I refused to answer her immediately. "Answer me!" She snapped.

"I'm sorry." Was all I could say in both shame and fear.

"Did you realize this isn't the first time we got a problem about this certain girl, Bruce?"

I gasped because when I'm about to answer, Madame's panties were thrown into my face. The swift smell of her pussy wafted into my nose and it made my blood boil. My heart beat faster and sweat trickled down my back. I wanted to shrug my goddamn coat because I felt too fucking hot. But I dared not made any other move.

Shit! I knew I'm in trouble. That's why I hated Winter. She kept me from getting laid. It's because of her that Madame would leave me hanging and panting. I've been into trouble because of her in too many accounts.

I didn't know if Madame was capable of jealousy. But I sure knew she's possessive. After I agreed with our contract, she made me understand that I'm hers. Hence, no looking, talking and touching other women if it's not necessary.

"You know you'll be punished about this, right?"

"Yes, maam." I answered rather disappointedly.

"You agreed on this, you need to follow my rules. So don't sound like that, pet. In fact, you should thank me because I'm still allowing you to touch me tonight. You're just not allowed to get off. Now lick me."

I looked up but not to her eyes. She didn't tell me to. I just looked towards my target. She's now sitting on the couch with her legs spread apart, her pussy was obscenely open and wet at the edge of the seat with her feet flat at each side of her hips.

I crawled closer to her until my face was hovering over her bald cunt. I took a lungful of her erotic aroma while my eyes fluttered, trying not to close my eyes with her intoxicating scent. With my tongue stretched taut to hardness and stuck out from my lips, I moved my head and stabbed her open slit.

"Very good, pet." Madame moaned and my heart swelled with her praise. "Now don't make me wait. Don't play. I want you to lick me hard and good. Ra*e my cunt with your mouth. Use it. I surrender it to you."

I groaned and dove deeper into her oasis. I French kissed her twat, delving my tongue as far as I could go before licking her again and again. I played with her clit, sucked her juices and nibbled the two fat flaps of her pussy lips like double doors to Disney land.

Madame was noisy with her moans and whimpers while holding her thighs wide apart. Her muscles were starting to tremble, her pussy tunnel began puckering open and close. Open and close. I doubled my fervor and kissed her cunt deeper and harder to give her more pleasure. I wanted to hear her cry my name when she came.

My hands itched to touch her soft pale skin, to grip her ass tight to put her in place but I remained them curled over my lap until my knuckles turned white. My kisses began to get more aggressive, my tongue stabbing her pussy deeper and my teeth also joined in giving her pleasurable nibbles.

I could feel Madame approaching her climax. Her juices were secreting abundantly into my mouth. Some have run down my chin and neck and wetting the collar of my expensive dress shirt. I didn't give a shit as I savored her flavorful cunt juice.

Madame's hands curled around my hair to pull me deeper into her pussy as her spine arched up. She screamed the house down with her orgasm, walls convulsing and thighs trembling. I lapped and drank all her offering into my mouth, grunting and groaning with her delicious taste. I licked her thoroughly until her spasms slowly died out and the strong current of her orgasmic juices trickled into tiny droplets. I cleaned her up with my tongue and even licked her asshole where some juices ran between the crack.

"Into the bed, pet." Madame told me with her still breathy voice.