Master of Lust-Chapter 184: Flirting or Interrogation?

Chapter - 184

Rick was absolutely mesmerized by Megan, like he'd been struck by a bolt of lightning. She sauntered in, owning the room with every step, and he couldn't tear his gaze away. Her outfit? Pure dynamite! It screamed glamour louder than a rock concert, designed to make jaws drop and hearts skip beats.

The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, sparkling like a disco ball under the lights. It was as if the dress had a mind of its own, putting on a show that rivaled Broadway. And Megan? She was the star of the show, shining brighter than the Vegas strip.

With every sway of her hips, the dress came alive, painting the room in a kaleidoscope of colors. Rick felt like he was seeing the world through rose-colored glasses, everything else fading into the background as he drank in her beauty.

And that dress? It was like a work of art, each stitch a stroke of genius, each sequin a tiny beacon of light. It was the kind of outfit that made you believe in magic, that made you forget about the world outside and lose yourself in the moment.

Megan's confidence in flaunting the outfit was enhanced more than showcasing her body. Her every step and gesture showed her glamour, making it a truly show stopping model. It was as if she wore not just a dress but a manifestation of her own radiance, leaving Rick stunned by the sheer beauty making him mad, yearning for her.

Megan's hands adorned with the grace of a dancer, swirled them in a twirling motion over Rick's face. The soft movement seemed to leave a trail of warmth, creating an intimate connection between them. As she approached him, it was like a magnetic presence, attracting him towards her. Megan's eyes locked onto Rick's, conveying a signal of eagerness.

"Have a seat, young boy. I must say your physic is quite elating.", Megan's voice was mixed with a tint of playfulness and confidence. She gently instructed Rick to take a seat on the nearby chair.

Megan's voice was like honey dripping from a spoon, sweet and sticky, wrapping around Rick like a warm embrace. He couldn't help but hang on her every word, drawn in by her captivating charm.

"Sure thing, Miss Megan," Rick replied, his voice barely a whisper as he obediently sank into the chair. It was like he was under some kind of spell, unable to look away from her mesmerizing gaze.

As Megan moved, it was like watching a master at work, every motion deliberate and confident. The air crackled with electricity as she began to peel back the layers, revealing more of herself with each tantalizing movement.

Megan now, with a deliberate and confident grace, began revealing more of her inner self. She bent down with a slow and deliberate movement, unveiling her cleavage more deeper under her outfit. She acted of loosening of her clothes, showing her inner body along with her embroidered lingerie. The room was filled with a charged atmosphere.

As the fabric loosened its grip, it revealed glimpses of Megan's naked body, a mixture of her boldness and playfulness.

Megan approached closer to him, her soft voice reached Rick's ears like a sweet melody. "You look handsome," she whispered, her words carrying a tincture of admiration.

Rick was slightly taken aback by the unexpected compliment. He offered a modest smile and replied, "Thank you, Miss Megan. You look absolutely stunning tonight."

Even after knowing Megan's intentions, Rick chose to play the role of the innocent and unaware participant in the complete act.

Rick with a skillful mixture of charm and confidence, responded to Megan's compliment. "You know, Miss Megan, you have this way of making an ordinary evening feel extraordinary," he remarked, a twinkle of flirt in his eyes.

Rick showed all his flirting skills to her, as their conversation flowed effortlessly. Rick with a mischievous glint in his eyes, playfully teased, "Did you dress up just for me?" Rick chuckled, feeling a subtle warmth in the exchange of words.

"Maybe I did.", she replied, swirling her fingers on his face following down his neck. Rick got shivers of seduction. His heart pounded for a second, shaking himself from within. Your next chapter is on m v|l--novelbuddy.net

Megan gracefully took a seat on the table ahead of Rick's chair, her movements exposing a heightened confidence that added to her attitude. As she settled on the table, a playful smile danced on her lips, and her eyes sparkled with a smirk of mischief.

She let her legs on Rick's, caressing his thighs giving him soft giggles and pleasure, ending up with a flirtatious exchange, her words carrying a mixture of charm.

"So, Rick," Megan began, her voice a melting whisper, "tell me, what's the most adventurous thing you've ever done?" The question hung in the air, with a sense of curiosity.

Rick, responded with a grin, "Well, I once fucked the lady officer badly in an interrogation room. She was almost dead.", Rick chuckled showing his supremacy.

"Ohh , I see, it means you would have enough courage to do that. Isn't it?", Megan swirled her hairs across his face. Her soft strands danced across his skin, creating a sensation. The gentle, swirl of her hair brought a tingling warmth, as if a cascade of feather touches the skin.

"Indeed! I can make you feel the same, if you permit Miss Megan.", Rick chuckled with a smirk.

Megan's mischievous plan sparkled as she poured an adequate measure of Blenders Pride into a crystal glass. "Ha ha, you are too fast naughty boy. Alright, let's spice things up a bit, Rick. A toast to secrets revealed," she suggested, handing him the tempting glass.

Rick stared at her with a frown at his face.

"I mean, why not play truth and dare. Like you say a truth of your life, and then the next turn will be mine. It will be fun, right?", Megan said with a crocked smile at her face. She tried to act smart.

Rick's eyes glinted with playful intrigue as he raised his glass. "To unraveling mysteries and enjoying the journey," he replied, clinking his glass against hers.

As the amber liquid swirled within the glass, Megan immediately spoke, "So, Rick, is there something you have been spying on, lately?" ƒreewebɳovel.com

Megan's sudden question was a thunderbolt for Rick. His mouth was kept shut for a moment, before he could justify anything in his favor.

But seeing Megan's eyes frowning in the air of doubt, Rick cut off his silence and chuckled, taking a sip of the blenders pride but keeping his head up, "Ah, Miss Megan, spying is not my type of thing, rather i do encounters, ha ha.", Rick raised a toast.

Megan was startled at Rick' s response. She stared at him more intensely.

"Umm hmm, I see. I think there is something about you.", Megan asked him with a doubt at her face.

"You're clever Miss Megan, but you won't get me that easily. Even my genetic father hasn't known me yet.", he continued to swirl the drink, turning it into a pole dance between his fingers.

Megan leaned in, her eyes narrowing in mere suspicion. "Come on, Rick. A little birdie told me there's more to know about you. Spill the bears. It's just a game, you can trust me. Your talks will be confidential, just between you and me.", saying this Megan touched her lips on his cheeks.

Rick's flirty smile remained intact as he tilted the glass, letting the ice clink; "Maybe there's more to discover than I'm letting on. But a good detective knows patience is key, Miss Megan. But I'm quite amazed at why a beautiful teacher would want to know in depth, about a student?".

Megan, determined to loosen his lips, playfully touched the rim of his glass against her cheek. "Patience, huh? I've got plenty of that, but my curiosity might just get the better of me."

Rick laughed, observing Megan's strategy. "Careful, Miss Megan, curiosity killed the cat. But satisfaction brought it back."

The conversation continued, letting atmosphere heating up with laughter, as Megan attempted to know the minute details from Rick's playful grasp.

Megan, leaned back at the chair, a glint of determination in her eyes. "Oh, Rick, you know there's always something beneath the cover, every person is holding behind them. You too might have something to hide, right?", Megan tried all her way out, to make him spill out the truth.

Rick, still wearing his sarcastic smile, took a casual sip of his drink before responding, "Miss Megan, you might be good at digging, but some secrets are meant to be kept. It adds a dash of mystery to life, don't you think? And I don't think there is anything to be known about me."

Megan raised an eyebrow, innocently, "Mystery!! sure. But curiosity is a relentless force, Rick. Tell me, what's the thrill behind spying, in general?"

Megan directly threw a bombshell at his head. Rick was like a numb Anabelle.

Rick leaned in, his voice dropping to a strict tone. "You see, Miss Megan, the thrill is in the chase, the unknown. It keeps things interesting, doesn't it?"

Megan chuckled, a hint of challenge in her eyes. "Interesting, yes. But I have a feeling there's more than just a thrill. What are you hiding, Rick? Have you ever spied on someone? Maybe in college campus or outside of it?", Megan asked him almost directly about last day, lifting up her skirt to show him her naked thighs, which were as smooth as fur.

Rick was startled with her sexy gestures and gait. He swirled his fingers on her ankles, bending his waist to half, lifting his fingers up, to reach her thighs.

Taking advantage of the situation and her assurance, he headed his fingers inside her outfit, to reach her panty. But Megan stopped him, grabbing his hand locking it there for a second and then shrugging it off.

Rick's gaze held steady, his flirty attitude momentarily replaced by a more serious expression. "Miss Megan, let's keep the intrigue alive. Some secrets are best revealed in due time. But why the hell do you think, I will spy on anyone? I mean spying is such a crap, you know!"

Every time, Megan tried to confront him about what happened the other day, Rick spilled water to throbbing fire.

Megan's frustration heightened, as her attempts to spill out the information from Rick hit a dead end. The tension in the Dean's chamber enhanced, and in a moment of heated anger, she couldn't hold herself any longer.

"Rick, it's the last time I'm asking you! Tell me, where were you the previous day, you appeared in the college premises.?", Megan asked him, clenching her fist. She was grabbing her anger within her head.

"Why do you think I would tell you? It's my personal call, isn't it, Miss Megan?", Rick responded, in denial. His response triggered Megan's anger to the peak. She was unable to bear this anymore.

With a swift motion, Megan's hand rose, prepared for a resounding slap. But to her surprise, Rick restricted ,catching her hand in the middle of the air. His grip was firm yet gentle, and he looked into her eyes with a sly smile.

"Easy there, Miss Megan. Violence won't reveal the answers you seek," Rick teased, still holding her hand.

Megan, momentarily taken aback, glared at Rick. "Tell me the truth, Rick! Where were you two days before yesterday?"

Rick, maintaining his cool attitude, responded, "Miss Megan, you give me too much credit. I have better things to do than answer your lame questions. I was with my girlfriend. But if you say, I'll spend a day with you too."

Frustration boiled within Megan, and she attempted to free her hand from Rick's grasp. In a surprising turn, instead of releasing her, Rick brought her hand to his lips and gave a soft kiss on her digits.

His wicked smile persisted as he murmured, "Violence won't solve anything, but a touch of charm might."

Megan was left in shock, by the unexpected gesture, felt a mix of confusion and anger. The room hung in an air of silence, the unspoken tension lying between them as Rick continued to hold her hand, leaving the questions unanswered.

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