“Would you like me to make that emotion?”
“Yes.”
“Then let me show you to the bedroom.”
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Roderick
I lead her to the bedroom, enjoying the look of astonishment on her face when she sees the massive bed that can probably sleep around twenty.
“Sit on the bed,” I say, taking off my suit jacket.
Natasha complies, clearly nervous.
My cock grows hard at the sight of her waiting, so innocent, completely mine. I can’t wait to see what that frilly dress is hiding.
I sit next to her, taking her into my arms and breathing her in deeply, my nose grazing her earlobe. My fingers lightly trace her cleavage, admiring their fullness.
Her body tenses and I hear her suck in a breath.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I whisper, licking the length of her lobe.
“Go slow!” she rasps, her chest heaving under my fingertips.
“You don’t know what you ask of me,” I say. “Every second I have to wait is torture.”
“Well, who knows, maybe I’m some dominatrix.” Her head snaps in my direction. “That’s what they do, right?”
I chuckle. I can’t help but be charmed. The women I’m used to being with are vixens, ever ready to please. Natasha’s innocence is like a drug I want to consume wholly.
“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to relieve you of this.” I rip open her bodice, reach inside, and cup her breast.
She gasps, which only feeds my lust. With one hand, I tilt her head to the side so I can kiss down her neck. With the other hand, I toy with her taut nipples.
“We need to get you out of the fifty layers of skirt you’re in.”
She moans her response.
I wrestle with the mountain of fabric, pulling and ripping it off until she’s left in a sheer, lace thong. Her legs are long and shapely, her stomach taut and toned. She looks anxious, her hands covering her breasts, and I have to remind myself this is all new to her.
I whistle my appreciation. “Please, remind me to send Derek a thank you card,” I say in earnest, hoping it will allow her to relax.
“Your turn,” she says.
I unbutton my shirt, sliding it off, then undo my belt and remove my pants. My cock is rock hard, the outline fully visible through my boxer briefs.
Natasha’s eyes grow as she stares, making me feel powerful. It’s rare that I ever care too much about pleasing a woman, but I’m determined to make Natasha sing my name to the Gods.
“Uncover yourself,” I say harshly, taking my role as the hunter as she is obviously more comfortable as the prey.
She obeys, gazing at me with innocent eyes. I kneel at her feet, reaching up and cupping her soft breasts, kneading them with my greedy hands.
Her fingers brush through my hair, toying with the strands. I take a rose-colored nipple into my mouth and relish the feeling of her back arching as I suck, pushing her body into me. I love the effect I’m having on her, and I don’t know how I could possibly give this up. Her moans are music to my ears, her body, an exquisite piece of art.
“Your breasts are perfect,” I murmur, as I switch to her other nipple, sucking it deeply.
Her hips come to life, opening for me. Her smell is intoxicating, and I feel like I’ll lose my damn mind if I can’t have her soon.
