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What just happened? Karla thought to herself.

From what she recalled, she had entered Raul's room and found him half naked. Without doing anything in particular, she had gotten him to touch her, but at the same time, he hadn't touched her. His hands had been all over her, but they seemed to have been avoiding all the golden spots of her body. Still, the minor caressing had run Karla wild, and surprisedly, she wished Raul hadn't been interrupted. This felt wrong to her in every way. She came to that mansion try to kill Raul, she had no right to enjoy his touch.

    "What are you still doing here? Get out."

Furrowing her eyebrows, Karla wondered more about what the hell was going on. Wasn't he going to finish with her? Could any man see her tempting breasts and not want her? However, watching Raul sip his coffee, he didn't look the least bit aroused. If he was, he was hiding it well. Raul's eyes were still on Karla, and most would have concluded in that situation that they said nothing, but Karla had spent more time with those eyes than most.

With certainty, Karla knew Raul was feeling smug with himself. It was the same way Kevin would look when he'd successfully pulled a prank on her, and was trying to deny it. What Karla couldn't get was what he was feeling self-satisfied about. Then it hit her like a bullet —she had entered this penthouse to seduce Raul, he surely realized that, but she'd ended up being the one seduced.

If that was the case, then it made sense. He had turned her on, while avoiding anything that would give her any form of satisfaction. He'd screwed her up so tight, and knowing she needed some form of release, left her hanging. Raul got her good. By using her attraction to him against her, he'd really outsmarted her. She didn't even deserve to be angry, she was going to be his murderer soon, he could have his fun. Karla hurried to put her corset's hooks back in their eyes, and proceeded to leave the penthouse.

Just as she turned her back to him, Raul said. "When you masturbate later, think of me —I'm the one who got you there."

Even though she felt guilty, anger boiled in Karla's heart, as she stepped outside. Raul's last statement further proved she was right, and he knew exactly what he was doing. She'd been played like a fool, a fool who would bend at the slightest touch. That said, what actually made Karla angry was that she fell for Raul's tricks. She was supposed to be the professional, to keep her head in the game, and separate business from pleasure, but she'd lost herself. She had let herself get carried away. That could never happen again —she had a job to do.

Karla headed straight back to her boudoir, and crashed down on the bed. The crazy theme of the room helped calm her. It was funny how colors could be therapeutic. In the soothing silence of the room, Karla decided to reevaluate her tactics. Raul obviously enjoyed teasing her. Maybe she should let him do that. He was a man with a pulse, at a point he would cave in to his libido. Hopefully, that would happen before the week ran out. 

Keeping up with Raul's games would be difficult. He'd barely done anything to her and she was still so horny, many minutes after he'd stopped. Karla's nerve endings tingled, and the place between her legs ached. In an attempt to shut the sweet sensation out, she closed her eyes, but images of Raul just popped up. She saw him again, in his shirtless glory, with sculpted abs and prominent biceps.

He looked yummy, just like earlier, with all the exposed skin. This time, she could admire his body all she wanted. There was no one in her head to make her feel embarrassed. Her imagination went a step further, and pictured him without his sweatpants. A man like Raul had to have a delicious dick. It would be thick and long, and after she'd dealt with it, it would be hard too.

There was no restraining herself any longer. Karla reached into the left cup of the corset and freed her left breast. She then grabbed the breast and began kneading it. Her mind immediately created the scenario where Raul was doing it himself. He was like a potter, good with his hands, and her boobs was his clay. He grabbed them, and started rubbing them. Soon, he progressed to painfully squeezing them. Karla did the same to her breast.

A moan escaped her lips, as she roughly dragged her nipples. All this fondling was nice, but they would never give her the climax she desired. Spreading her legs wide, Karla used her left index and middle finger to shift her shorts. She wasn't wearing any panties, so her fingers immediately touched her vulva. This caused another moan.

Juices seeped out of Karla's vagina, so her fingers easily slipped into the slit. Finally. Karla thought to herself. Finally something was in her. In her mind, it wasn't her fingers pounding into her womanhood, but Raul's glorious penis. He'd at last decided to have mercy on her, and had granted her gratification. To Karla, he was wild in bed, and a violent fucker. He was showing no mercy, and personally, she didn't want it. Karla pumped her fingers into her core faster.

The untamed fantasies of Karla lasted several minutes, as she pleasured herself with her own hands. Without warning, her vagina contracted, making her nerves dance in excitement. Her vaginal muscles spasmed repeatedly, and her entire body shook from the effect, as she reached her peak. Karla let out a loud moan, and her back involuntary curved into an arc.

The orgasm lasted many seconds, leaving tingles all over her once done. Karla couldn't think properly till every bit of pleasure had faded, and the first thing she thought after that was how this climax had been the best she'd had from masturbating. Somehow, Raul had been at the fore front of it all, even though he hadn't been present. Karla slapped her forehead when it dawned on her what she'd done.

Raul had ordered her to think of him when she masturbated, and she'd done just that.

TEASER: KARLA HANGS OUT WITH RAUL'S MEN