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As if reading my mind, he leans forward, whispering hot, punishing words in my ear. The low, threatening cadence of his tone gives me shivers and kitty quivers. “I want to punish you for leaving me. But that would be ridiculous. I would never do that.”
I feel my tense muscles relax for a moment as I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. His hand snakes its way to the hair at the nape of my neck. He gathers it with a tug. A shock of fiery tingles dance down my spine. He says, “So, I’ll take my anger and pain out the healthy, sane way. Through marking your skin and denying you pleasure.”
I think of the time in his kitchen, when he was eating me out, denying my orgasm. What’s he going to do to me? How much pain are we talking about here? I’m suddenly lightheaded with weak knees. My eyes close as I lean into him.
“I’m going to toy with you, my little plaything. And finally, make you beg properly.”
A shiver of nerves runs through me as he takes my hand and leads me back to his house. The evening air is cool, but nothing could ease the heat that thrums through my body. The anticipation itself is so great, it’s almost painful.
We arrive at his bedroom. He leaves me standing at the entrance. “Wait here.”
I stand there, shifting my weight from one heel to the other. Do I undress? Just wait? I opt to clasp my hands in front of me and observe.
He’s so sexy. It’s like my own private foreplay show, as he prepares the room. He takes off his suit jacket. Folds it over the back of a chair. Is there anything hotter than watching a man as he rolls the sleeves of his crisp white shirt up his strong forearms, folding them to his elbows?
He goes to his closet, taking out a large, firm-looking cushion and a tube of lube. He pulls the covers back, setting the cushion in the center of the mattress, leaving the lube beside it. I can only imagine what his supplies are for. The idea of lying over the cushion, exposed to him, sends a thrill of shame through me.
He returns for me.
He stands behind me and smooths my hair back, laying it gently over one shoulder. “Let’s see what we have here to work with.” He slowly lowers zipper of my dress, which parts like the Red Sea.
Cool air rushes over my skin. His breath is warm as he kisses down my spine, the tip of his hot tongue lashing my skin as he goes. I give a little shudder and it makes him chuckle, the sound making me wet.
He gives me a wicked smile, enjoying my tension. “You seem scared.” He slips a hand down my back, dipping in under the bottom half of my dress, scooping up my ass in his palm and giving it a firm squeeze.
“Just… nervous. It’s been a minute,” I admit.
It has. And it feels so good to be back here with him, my breath caught in my throat, my heart beating out of my chest. God… I’ve missed this.
I’ve missed him. His hands. His lips. His tongue.
He moves in front of me, holding my gaze as he smooths his hands up my bare arms. He slips his fingers through the straps of my dress. “I won’t make you wait too long,” he says as he slips the straps from my shoulders. With a little help from him, the dress skims over my body, landing in a puddle on the floor.
It’s not a gown you can wear a bra with, so I’m standing here in the cool night air, wearing nothing but a tiny, black silk thong. It’s not lost on me in our power exchange that he’s still fully dressed.
His eyes devour my bare breasts, the curve of my hips. It’s been so long since I’ve been exposed to him, I feel shy, vulnerable. My hands go to cover my breasts.
“No,” he says, taking his hand in mine and lowering it so my breasts are once again exposed. “Every inch of you belongs to me tonight. And I want to see what’s mine.” My nipples tighten, going hard for him. He loves it, the tip of his tongue swiping against his lips, wanting a taste.
He takes what he wants, sucking my sensitive flesh until my weak knees turn to jelly. I grab at his shirt, clutching him so I can remain standing. His mouth on my nipple drags a heavy desire from my core, need pulsing through my entire body.
He wants me to beg. He’s about to get what he wants.
“Please... please, I want...”
He slips his mouth off my nipple, bringing his eyes up to meet mine. “What do you want, pretty girl?”
“You,” I say. I need him so badly. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. “Please.”
“I love to hear you beg.” His hot kisses trail down the side of my neck, soft presses of his lips intermingled with painful nips from his teeth.
The tiny thong is the only thing keeping me from being fully bared to him. He hooks his fingers in the waistband and slowly peels them down. He holds my ankle with a light touch, helping me to step out of them.
He wants to enjoy my shame a little longer. He stands, bringing the panties to his face. He takes a deep inhale of the scent of my arousal. It turns me on at the same time, making me want to bury my face with embarrassment.
I don’t hide from him.
“God, I’ve missed your scent.” He slips the panties into his pants pocket. “My little souvenir.”
