Too Naughty To Be True

I adjusted the room temperature to cool down my body. Unlike everyone else around my age, I considered myself as abnormal. I’m obsessed with sex but I couldn’t let anyone touch me, and I’d rather do it on my own.

When I asked my father to install an additional AC unit inside my room, he didn’t object. He has no idea what’s going on and I couldn’t tell him the truth. Anyway, he’s always out of the country, and he only cared about his business or his money. He employed several people to make my life comfortable, and the latest addition before he left, was a replacement to my previous bodyguard.

They claimed that the entire third floor of our house could be compared to a walk-in freezer. Well, I preferred my environment to be cold, and that’s one of the reasons why I seldom go out.

Is there something wrong with the AC? I asked myself. I

I discarded my clothing one by one to cool down, or else, something evil would happen. For years, I tried to control my desires but there were times when it’s unstoppable.

Oh my god! I exclaimed, as I rushed towards my bed and lie down. I spread my legs wider and my hands slowly made its way towards the center of my body.

I groaned as my finger touched my clitoris. I teased it mercilessly until it became swollen under the tip of my finger.

My hands were busy. The right one played with my clits while the other squeezed my boobs. Inside my head, I imagined it to be someone else’s hand, a man’s hand to be precise. I pinched my nipple harder as my middle finger found its way and I arched my back, as it penetrated me…slowly.

Ohhhh…, I moaned in pleasure before I moved it in and out from my body, and I bit my lips when I felt the impending orgasm. I didn’t stop. My finger’s tired but I didn’t dare to stop or lose the momentum of getting to the peak.

Loud moans echoed around the walls of my room and I shut my eyes closed as my body shuddered in pleasure. The contractions vibrated through my entire body and I panted for breath.

For a moment, I lay on my bed motionless, and breathe heavily using my mouth.

When I regained a little of my strength, I pulled out my finger and smelled it. Still catching for my breath, I stared at the ceiling and wondered if men’s juices smelled the same as mine.

Once again, I closed my eyes and tried to relax my body. I thought I needed to take a nap for a while to refresh myself when suddenly, someone slammed the door open.

My mouth gaped open in shock to see a stranger barged inside my bedroom. My hands panicked to cover my nudity, and asked, “Who are you?” From my position, he looked extremely tall…and good-looking. In any case, he shouldn’t be in my room, and I glared at him. “I asked, who are you?” I repeated the question.

“I’m Alexander, at your service Miss.” He answered without blinking his eyes or looking away from me. The nerve! His eyes roamed around my body and he even dared to raise his eyebrows.

Disappointed perhaps? I shook my head in disbelief that someone found me in a compromising and scandalous position. “Don’t you know the rules around here? I banned everyone from coming to the third floor!” I shouted at him.

“I heard you screaming for goodness sake, and it’s my job to check on you!” He yelled back, and it stunned me.

There was never an incident in the past, when someone on my father’s payroll, yelled back at me, and his arrogance infuriated me! Wait, he said that he heard me scream. Oh god, how embarrassing! “Starting today, you are fired!” I ordered.

He laughed. “No, you don’t mean it. You’re only embarrassed that I caught you masturbating.”

“Hey!” I shouted at him once again. “Get out! Get out now!”

“Okay, I’ll be in the next room if you’ll need me.” He replied, but before he closed the door, he glanced at me from head to toe.

Was it meant to insult me? “Stop!” I halted his departure because I knew that his glance earlier meant something else. I stood up, went to my closet to get a change of clothes, and put it on.

“You told me to get out,” he said, but he didn’t move from where he stood.

“We have to talk,” I told him. Although it’s rare for men to be talkative, I had to be sure that he wouldn’t share with anyone what he saw earlier. He nodded and walked towards the couch and sat down. He crossed his legs as if he owned the place. Arrogance showed in everything that he did and it pissed me off. I refused to sit down so that he would look up to me, in a way, he would know, who’s the boss.

“Why don’t you take a sit?” Alexander craned his neck when he asked me, and I arched my brows in response.

“I preferred to stand, do you have a problem with that?” I tried to portray myself as someone authoritative and bossy, but he remained calm in his position, and not even once, that he flinched in my presence.

“If you’re worried that I will inform the media or anyone about how you entertained yourself, rest assured that my mouth will be zipped.” He paused and stared at me, then he opened his mouth as if to speak but closed it again. I waited. “But why? You’re beautiful, sexy, and these are the top things men look for a bedmate. You can entice anyone to do it for you! Why?” He asked several questions but I wasn’t inclined to answer them.

“When you mentioned anyone, does it include you?” I asked, and he looked away. “Now, you’re shy.” I teased him.

Alexander’s eyes didn’t blink and stared at me as he opened his mouth to speak. “I have no business to fantasize over you, on my bed, under my naked body, and writhing in ecstasy.” He responded, but I hated his style of delivering his speech.

Did he have to say it like that? The hair on my skin stood up and I shuddered at the thought that his words affected me. “You must leave now!” I demanded, but my eyes stared at the muscles of his arm as he tried to comb his wavy hair with his hand. I swallowed the lumps on my throat and tried to break our eye contact.

“Or else what?”