But oh, I do. I like it very much.
I like it too much.
The sensations his words are creating are as pleasurable as the act of arming my body in silver or tattoos.
I’m frozen to the spot, afraid if I move, he’ll stop speaking.
Kaison rubs a hand along his thigh and the movement is absurdly erotic. I want to know the texture of his slacks. I want to feel the cords of his thigh muscles underneath, and then later try to sketch his form based on memory.
Without my protest, he continues. “I roll my thumbs over them until they tighten into peaks before I flick them so your hips jerk as you turn to liquid for me.”
It takes all my control to keep from arching and thrusting my hips. Though there’s nothing I can do about the hot wetness aggressively gathering between my thighs.
“Then I’ll nibble and tease those perfect cupid bow lips of yours.” His sigh comes out as a shudder. He closes his eyes and drops his head back as if he is entering the imaginary heaven he’s painting with his words. “I want to lick at the top one before nibbling that full bottom petal until you gasp and pant.”
I’m panting now. The air is too thick and weighty, making it difficult to breathe. My body is approaching molten temperatures, and a moan threatens to escape my throat despite the fact not a hand has been laid on me.
The hand on his thigh slowly inches toward the bulge now pressing against his loose slacks. Even from here I can make out the thick ridged length. More than that, something circular is pressing under the fabric along his sizable mushroom head.
I’d bet donuts to dollars it’s a reverse Prince Albert.
I can’t tell which I’m more desperate to know. What words are going to fall off his hypnotic tongue next, or what’s under those slacks.
“And then once I finished torturing and abusing your perfect fucking mouth,” the last part comes out a growl, “I replace my fingers with the tip of my tongue and taste your pert little buds?—”
“No.” The word shotguns out of my mouth as a near-panicked bark.
He freezes.
“I don’t want your mouth on my skin.” I don’t want his teeth near my skin, on my body. Not anywhere but my mouth. The idea is an intrusion on the tension he’s building.
Cocking his head to the side, Kaison studies me intently. For a moment, I think I’ve broken the game we were playing by editing his narrative.
“Then how about I just fuck you right up your tight little cunt with my big, thick cock?” He says it as casually as if he were suggesting we go to the movies.
My inner muscles clench downhard. Suddenly I’mawareof all my skin, how the corset constricts me, how tendrils of my hair kiss the back of my neck. He’s hypnotized everything in and around me until it’s all liquid and pleasurable. Every word he speaks is a caress, igniting a fiery craving within me that wants more.
My fingers press into the sides of my legs so hard I wonder if they’ll leave bruises later. I do my best not to visibly react, but I also don’t tell him to stop.
Then he rocks up to his feet, slinking across the room toward me. It takes all my effort not to focus on the intriguing anaconda pushing against his pants.
When he nears, Prince Charming dips his head until it’s mere inches from mine. There is no heat, but his body crackles with an energy that invades my space and makes me feel light-headed. “What do you think of that, my goth goddess? Do you want me to spread your legs open and fuck you until your voice is hoarse from screaming and you’ve gone blind from coming too many times?”
All I can do is swallow down over the lump stuck in my throat. Flutters in my Iron Maiden hint that he might be capable of getting me off just like this, describing what he would do to me.
As he awaits my response, his eyes darken with anticipation. “Tell me what you want,” he husks.
“I want. . .” I finally find my voice, but my words trail off, the intensity of the moment stealing away my ability to articulate just what I need.
There is a devilish glint in his eyes as they roam hungrily over my body. He openly strokes the hard length of his dick through his pants. His breath ghosts over my lips with delicious promise. “Tell me,” he urges.
“To go to work.”
Kaison’s expression smooths with surprise, his hand dropping from his crotch.
“What?”
“I want to work my shift and get paid,” I say slowly. “It’s time I get on my way.”
