Secretly Mine-Chapter 178: Cravings

When I finally entered my room, I walked straight towards my closet. Inside, I glanced at the hundreds of different dresses that I’ve accumulated over the course of the year.

My mother was always a stickler about never wearing anything that was outdated, unless it was a vintage, collector’s piece. Every year, the maids would sort through and remove all of the previous year’s fashion to make room for the current trends.

There were so many options-- dresses that I’ve never worn before-- that it made my head spin. I repeated my mother’s instructions like a mantra inside my head.

Knee length, dark colored, semi-formal...

There were many dresses that fit that criteria, but I managed to thin down the options so that there were only two that I had to choose between.

The first one was a classic ’little black dress’. It was form-fitting and had a square neckline, classy and elegant. This would’ve been the one that I would’ve easily chosen if it weren’t for the other dress that caught my eye.

The second dress was very different. It was less elegant and more cutesy-feminine with ruffled sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. It was something I would’ve never chosen in the past, but for some reason, I felt that this dress would fit perfectly with Lucas’s cream suit he always wore.

It was a pretty maroon color and flared out slightly, making it feel more ’princess’ than ’socialite’.

A small smile formed on my lips, "Why not be a little different? It’ll be fun."

After making my decision, I hung the black dress back up and carried the maroon one over to my dressing chair, draping it over the seat.

With the matter settled, I went over to the bathroom and began my nightly routine: showering, drying off, brushing my teeth, and applying moisturizers.

I finally flopped down on my bed and curled up under the freshly washed sheets. They had a slight scent of lavender from the detergent, which I loved.

Tomorrow should be fun.

Closing my eyes, I tried falling asleep.

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One hour. Two hours. Three hours later, I was still tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep. The worst part was that my body was flushed hot with desire.

How long has it been since I’ve last had any release?

Over a week for sure...

I did my best to ignore the ever-growing desire as I continued to toss and turn. At one point, I had to fling the covers off because of how hot I had gotten.

After struggling for what felt like an eternity, something inside of me finally snapped. Images of my past experiences flooded my mind. They were so vivid that I could feel them.

My hands began to move on their own, sliding underneath my nightgown to caress the skin underneath.

"Ah--" I moaned as my fingers left a trail of fire across my chest. But the time my hands reached my breasts, I was already fully imagining the way Christian caressed them-- expertly massaging them while circling my nipple with his tongue.

I did my best to follow his movements with my hand, overlapping the sensations. My body instantly ignited even more, and a light fluttering feeling spread through my body.

Instead of helping, my touches only made me want more. What I was doing now wasn’t enough to satiate my desire. I wanted more-- needed more.

New memories surfaced, ones that were more sensual, more daring. The way Christian ripped my clothes off and spread my legs. The way he ordered me to take his pants off...

The way his hard cock felt in my hands.

My fingers quickly traveled downwards while my legs were spreading farther and farther apart. I wanted it, no-- I craved it. I could already feel the wetness pouring out of me. My body was sending every signal to let me know what it wanted.

The moment my fingers touched my clit, it felt like there were explosions going off inside of me. I became more aggressive with my movements, circling and rubbing like it was the only thing that could save me right now.

More. I need more!

Light moans escaped my lips in between my heavy breaths.

I spread my legs as far as I could before slipping a finger inside, pretending it was something else, something much bigger.

"Oh fuck," I breathed, feeling the initial onset of an orgasm.

My mind wanted more, and now I was replaying the rough, desperate thrusts that Christian made, slamming his cock as far inside me as he could. I pretended to sink my nails into his shoulders as I gripped the bedsheets with my free hand.

The other hand was busy mimicking the motions of Christian’s thrusting.

It didn’t take long before my fingers were completely soaked, but it still wasn’t enough. A single one of my fingers couldn’t compare to the way he stretched me out, leaving me desperate for more.

I boldly inserted a second finger, which definitely filled me out more, but it still wasn’t the same.

My mind raced with dirty thoughts, but my body struggled to reproduce the same sensations. Even after everything became extra sensitive, it wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as it was when Christian was doing it.

Just a bit more... please, a little more!

I was ready to go mad, and even changed my position so that I was kneeling on the bed. One of my hands was fondling my breasts while the other was moving between my clit and my entrance.

My body burned and twisted. I felt like I was being consumed by a fire, desperately trying to reach the point of release.

Christian completely flooded my thoughts. His words, his actions, and his touch were all on a constant repeat in my mind. I even became creative, imagining what he would be doing to me right now if he were here.

Even more than just picturing it, I could feel it. The way he wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me back against his muscular chest as he brushed my hair off to one shoulder. The way his lips felt as they pressed against my neck, sending tingling throughout my body.

I gasped slightly, releasing yet another moan.

"Good girl." He’d whisper into my ear. The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine.

I could feel how his hands would travel up and down my body, gently-- like a feather. But just as I would get used to the feeling, he’d suddenly push me down so that my face was pressed against the pillow.

I bent over, mimicking the motions. My ass was in the air, and my legs were spread. I continued to touch myself as I immersed myself deeper into my fantasy.

Christian wouldn’t allow me a moment to orient myself to my new position before immediately inserting himself inside me. At first, he would go slowly, savoring the feeling of stretching me out inch by inch.

My fingers followed his movements, and before I knew it, my body clamped down around my fingers.

"Ahh!--" I moaned loudly. Thankfully, I was face-first into the pillow, muffling my lewd moans.

I remained frozen in place like that until I finished my orgasm. Although it finally came, it was weaker than it’s ever been. If I compared it to the way Christian made me cum, it was like a small drop compared to a raging river.

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I sat up on my bed after I finished. The fire inside of me lessened slightly, but didn’t disappear.

What’s wrong with me?

Letting out a deep, unsatisfied sigh, I got up to clean up.