My chest tightens, emotion swelling. Trust. Physically, at least, I’m giving him more than I ever imagined possible. It’s equal measures frightening and freeing.
“I’d like you on all fours.”
Even though all his requests are coated in politeness, there’s implacable command beneath them.
Motions jerkier than I’d like, I move into the position he said.
He circles me again, his gaze a physical touch, tracing my curves, exposing my secrets.
Then he places a pillow beneath my face. “Place your forehead here.”
What are you planning?
Still, heart thundering, I obey.
“Dip your back, reach back, and part your buttocks. Show me everything.”
My breath catches, hesitation clawing at me. This is beyond anything I’ve done, and it seems both lewd and raw.
“Get out of your head. You’re following your Dominant’s wishes. Trust that I know what I’m requiring of you.”
I force out a breath, praying it will help steady me, but it doesn’t, not really.
“That’s my girl. You’re doing so well for me.”
His constant encouragement is enough to push me past my barriers, and I arch my back.
“That was part one.” His voice is calm and measured, not at all annoyed that I haven’t done exactly as he instructed. “I want to see your ass, Allie.”
Gulping, my fingers nerveless, I reach back to spread myself open.
I thought I’d been exposed earlier. But now, I’m utterly, completely vulnerable to him.
“Spread your cheeks wider. I meant what I said.”
My cheeks burn with a mix of shame and desire.
“Jesus, Allie.” His voice is thick with want. “Your pussy’s so wet, glistening for me. And this pretty pink whorl—begging for my touch, isn’t it?”
I clench involuntarily.
The idea of his finger there is shocking, yet a naughty part of me stirs, curious, hungry.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” There’s no trace of teasing in his tone. “My finger inside you, stretching you?”
I shake my head, a reflex, but my pussy seems to pulse, betraying me.
He chuckles, a soft, confident sound that sends a thrill through me.
“You’d love it. So many nerve endings there, intensifying every sensation.”
My mind reels, the idea both foreign and tantalizing. I’ve never considered this, never thought I’d want it, but with him, I’m questioning everything.
“And you’ll beg me to finger-fuck you there.”
Even though he’s completely wrong, I don’t argue. I’m sure that wouldn’t end well for me.
“You may kneel again.”
