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Closing my eyes, I inhale and drink in his scent, feeling drunk on pleasure and anticipation. I feel the clasp of my bra give. I feel his hands dragging across my skin as he pulls it around my back. I feel his teeth biting lightly into the flesh of my shoulder. I feel his cock pressing into my stomach. I feel his heart hammering against my chest. I feel mine, too. ‘Becker.’ His name is more a plea, released on a shaky breath of air.
‘Shhhh,’ he soothes, taking my bra straps lightly and stepping away, breaking all contact between us. I hate it. I want him close again, touching me. But Becker has other ideas. He releases my straps and watches as my bra slides down my arms and tumbles to the floor, exposing my nipples to dark, appreciative eyes. I stand before him in just my satin knickers and heels. ‘The heels stay,’ he whispers hoarsely, his lip slipping between his teeth as he runs his eyes up and down my body. I have no desire to conceal myself. I don’t feel shy or hesitant. Not even when he drops to his knees and slips his thumbs into each side of my knickers. Looking up at me, he lazily drags them down my thighs and I step out of them as soon as they reach my ankles. Then he rests back on his heels and gazes up at my body, his eyes heavy and hooded. His pose could be mistaken as submissive, but I’m under no illusion that he will be. I’ll get no control here. And I don’t want any. Whatever he does to me this time, he will instigate. I won’t protest or hamper his natural instinct. And his instinct right now is to rise and bury his nose into the apex of my thighs.
I cry out and grab his head, knowing I’ll get reprimanded for it.
‘Hands, princess.’ He reaches behind him and pulls my fingers from his hair, squeezing hard in warning when I make it as tricky as possible for him. It doesn’t hinder him much. ‘Here.’ My hands are settled by my side. He’s asking the impossible.
I’m wrong. Very wrong, in fact. It’s actually quite easy until he lays his palms strategically on my upper thighs and uses his thumbs to reach between them and separate my soaked folds. My head falls back, my mouth mumbling mindless prayers to the ceiling. And then he takes the torture to another level and flicks his tongue over my hypersensitive clit. I nearly double over, screaming in beautiful agony. This is just the beginning. Oh God, I’ll never remain upright for this.
‘Legs apart.’ He knocks the inside of each ankle in turn and, hungry for more torture, I comply, stepping out, widening my stance, opening myself up to him – no objection. I’m willing, I may as well be begging. In mindless desperation, my hands find my own hair and yank, bracing myself for what will come next.
It’s his fingers. They circle provocatively, spreading my wetness, slicking back and forth, each time scarcely breaching my entrance. It’s too much. I could step away, try to compose myself, or grab his hand and push him into me. Yet I don’t. I remain a statue before him, my feet rooted, accepting anything he gives me.
‘That good, princess?’ The roughness of his tone enhances the feeling of his fingers between my thighs, pushing me to flex my hips in answer. ‘Tell me.’
‘Yes,’ I whisper, my head rolling, my moans saturating the air.
‘In the eye, Eleanor. Look me in the eye and tell me.’
My head drops limply. No second thought. No hesitation. My mind isn’t my own. It’s like it’s wired to fulfil whatever he demands. He’s looking up at me, still fully clothed, but the absence of his bare skin doesn’t feel like a loss. I can’t get past his eyes. They’re brimming with carnal need, overflowing with satisfaction of the best kind. Kneeling at my feet like this, he shouldn’t be exuding so much power. ‘Never stop,’ I tell him. My voice is shaky but certain. ‘Ever.’
Growling, he puts some weight behind his caressing and pushes into me with two fingers, circling skilfully when he hits me deeply and pushes the tip on his thumb on to my clitoris. My knees buckle and my hands fly out to grab his shoulders for support. Stomach muscles I never knew I had constrict, forcing me to bend at the hips, my hair tumbling forwards. He doesn’t give me any respite, drawing out and plunging forward again, nibbling on my thigh, licking and swirling his tongue expertly.
‘You smell fucking amazing, princess.’ His lips vibrate against my skin, sending tingles racing down to my toes. I shudder, clawing my fingers into his shoulders, clenching my eyes shut. ‘Taste even better.’ Strong fingers pull out and stroke up my front, leaving my core bare and begging for him to return his attention there. ‘You’re going to climax,’ he says confidently. ‘Then you’re going to suck my cock and watch as I come all over your pretty tits.’
