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The bench in front of the floor to ceiling window is upholstered leather like the couch, soft from wear.
“Is this going to ruin my dress?” I say with a smirk. I’m already soaking through the new lace underwear he bought for me.
“Everything Monica makes for me is water resistant.” He spins me around to face the window. “Fire and wrinkle resistant, too.”
The city stretches out in front of me, like a kingdom viewed from a castle tower. The sun is setting, casting the buildings in a fiery glow.
“Kneel,” Midas orders again.
I hitch up my skirt and kneel on the padded bench.
“Hands on the window.”
Fuck, I love how he’s telling me what to do. For the first time in ages, I feel like I can turn off my brain and just relax. I don’t have to make any decisions, or worry if he wants me to do something or not, if he likes something or not, if I should do it differently.
Placing my hands on the window, I look back at him, waiting for whatever he’ll say next.
He trails his hand down the curve of my spine. When he gets to my ass, he pulls up my skirts and drags a finger along the top of my butt crack. “Lean forward and spread your legs for me, treasure. Let me see your wet cunt.”
I widen my stance and jut my ass out. He runs his hands over the swell. “Do you want my cock? Is that what you want?”
I press back until I feel his shaft notched between my cheeks, pressing against the lacy lingerie he bought me.
“Words. Use your words, Jeslyn.” He pulls away, taking his warmth with him. “Tell me what you want. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. Or if you prefer, I’ll lick you until you scream. I’ll take you to the party, or take you home, or take your pussy right here. Say it. Say what you want.”
“I… I don’t want to decide.”
“Mhmm.” His warm breath tickles my ear. “You want me to dominate you, little coin, don’t you?”
A whimper is all I can manage. I press back into his cock, letting him know I’m more than alright with that. He chuckles, runs a palm over my ass, and grips my hip, pulling me into him as his other hand pushes my face into the window—not hard, but enough that I have to turn my head, my cheek pressing against the cool glass.
“You know what’ll happen if you leave the choice to me, don’t you, my prize?”
I should hate that he keeps calling me money related pet names. I’m not a prize or a coin or something to be owned and exchanged. But, I don’t give a damn. He can call me whatever the hell he wants as long as he doesn’t stop, as long as he keeps talking to me like this.
I lick my lips, swallow against the cotton in my mouth, and nod.
“If you leave it to me, I’m going to fuck you. When and where I want. Do you understand, my jewel?”
It’s like he can’t decide what pet name he wants to give me, but the fact that he so clearly wants to give me one makes me more giddy than it should. It hasn’t escaped my notice that every endearment he’s tried has to do with something of value. He says each of them in that strong, deep, caressing voice of his, and every time it makes my body explode in tingles.
My new lace panties are soaked, and I’m sure he can tell. I’m dripping for him, eagerly waiting for him to do what he said and take me right here against this window.
But all he does is hold me in place. A firm, commanding stillness, its own kind of foreplay. The anticipation builds and builds until it’s a skyscraper overshadowing everything. “P-please.”
The hand cupping the back of my head loosens. His knuckles brush my cheek. He steps away from me with a sigh. “We have a party to get to.”
“But—”
Before I can finish the thought, he presses me back into the glass, harder this time. “I thought you wanted me to decide.”
Fuck, this is hot. I nod as much as I can with his hand cupping my skull and my face against the glass.
“Words, Jeslyn. Do you want me to decide or not?”
“Yes,” my voice squeaks, and I clear my throat before saying more definitively, “Yes, please.”
“Good.” He picks me up by the forearms, spins me, sets my feet on the ground, and straightens my dress for me. Then he offers his arm.
