I shut my eyes as I felt those coarse hands rubbing the plump flesh of my backside while I was still bent over.
I shivered from his light finger taps on my skin.
"Stand erect, beautiful," He said in his deep voice. I did exactly what he ordered and was now no longer bent over on the chair.
I faced him, and my nipples were hardened and aching for his touch. Wasn't he going to fuck me again? I thought that was the reason he told me to bend over. Why the sudden change of his mind? I didn't see what he did while I was bent over. I could only feel his hands on my body. Perhaps he wanted to just look at my ass.
The music was still playing and I had the urge to move my body to the tune, but he hadn't given any orders yet. I simply stood and faced him, not knowing what was about to happen.
"Bella," he called out, and glanced at the watch on his left wrist. "I've got to head somewhere."
