Once they have finished the first bottle of wine

Felicity finds herself relaxing into his body, one arm across his chest, a leg draped over his thighs. She is fairly certain in this position her dress will not be hiding her thong from his gaze, but considering what she did with him last weekend, it doesn’t really worry her. His arm around her is gentle yet strong, fingers gently running over her arm as he holds her.

“So how was your week?” he asks and she finds herself telling him all about it, any worries about talking about her school life vanishing in his company. As they talk he refreshes her glass a couple of times, and before long she can feel a pleasant gentle buzz as the **** takes effect.

“And did you masturbate at all?” The sharp change in the conversation’s direction taking her by surprise. She can feel the warm glow on her cheeks that the **** had caused grow as her shyness once more returns.

“No” she finally utters the single word confirmation to him.

“That’s very controlled of you Flis, I am impressed.” His satisfaction makes her smile proudly, as if being complimented for a good performance rather than for doing nothing! “You must be very much in need of some attention now then?” His voice is low and soft, yet it is enough to get Felicity’s mind racing, hoping that this is the start of the foreplay towards what she knows she wants so badly.

“Well young lady, are you in need?” he repeats, and she realises he is expecting a response.

“Yes” her voice is almost breathless with excitement as he toys with her mind. “I really am” she adds as if further emphasise was required.

“Good girl. Or should I say good little slutgirl.” He smiles at her again as he places such emphasis on the word slut, and Felicity finds herself excited by the way he uses the word.

He leans himself forward again, bringing Felicity with him, reaching out for the wine bottle again, which Felicity notices is almost empty now. He refills her now empty glass, then pours the remaining fluid into his. As he sits there he toys with the bottle, turning it in his hand, inspecting it, then looking back at Felicity.

“I want you to show me how much you need attention Felicity, why don’t you pretend this bottle is my cock, I want you to pleasure it.” Her eyes go wide, once again taken by surprise by him, and yet even before she has had the chance to respond, she is reaching for the bottle, taking it from him, and bringing it back towards her.

“Like this? She asks as guides the bottle to her mouth, letting the open neck run over her lips, letting the end caress across her lips as she looks up at him. He simply nods, already leaning back into the sofa, her body moving with him even as she allows the bottle neck to move between her parted lips and into her mouth.