“I said a name,” she said sharply. “Take your hands out of there. I didn't give you permission to play with your dick.”
He removed his hand, and she slapped it hard with the spoon this time.
“I'm Gene,” he said.
“I'm Lily, and you will stand here without moving.”
“As you wish, Lily.”
“Do you pick a safe word now?”
He gave her body a slow surveil. “Not at this point. You haven't gagged me, and I've already told you my limit.”
“Yes, your no sex limit, but I can touch you as much as I want.” She reached down and slid the straps of her slip down to her shoulders and lifted her own breasts. “I could play with your cock. I could suck you off.”
“You could, but then it wouldn't be for you. Think of the things you can do to me. You could shove that spoon at my ass or peg me from behind. Put some clothespins to my nipples and not let me come until I eat you out four or five times.”
“And you don't need to do any of that to me?” She rubbed her breast, loving how he appeared fascinated by her hands on her nipples.
“Only if you asked very nicely or if you ordered me to.” His eyes followed her movements with rapt attention.
No one had ever been so interested in her body, giving her full rein. She squeezed her thighs together, finding herself equally sensitive down there.
Judging by the slight smile on his face, he was quite aware of her condition.
She was going to torture him for this. Pain could be pleasure in many different ways, it seemed.
“Gene,” she sprinkled the salt between her breasts. “Get the salt before you take your shot. No coming or touching yourself.”
He ducked down and licked up the valley between her breasts for long seconds. He tossed back the shot she handed him without hesitation.
Feeling more daring, she sprinkled her nipples for the next two shots and practically died of sexual frustration.
By the time he got to the third shot, he lingered for a long time, keeping his mouth, and only his mouth, on the dark peak for a tortuously long salt lick.
In fact, when she gave the command stop, he didn't. She shoved him backward as her body protested anything that moved him further away.
“You disobeyed,” she accused him.
“I was being thorough, you wanted me to get off all the salt,” he said, his gaze smoldering through her skin.
She handed him the last shot and gave an order she suspected both of them had been waiting for, “Get on your hands and knees over there.”
And he smiled a practically predatory devil-may-care grin before he before he followed the order.
She walked back over with the spoon and stood in front of him, “You want me to punish you, Gene.”
“If it makes you feel good.”
She hit his bare shoulder, “That was a yes or no question.”
“Yes. Punish me.”
She hit him hard on the ribs, a thrill rushing through her at the dark line. “Why do you want me to punish you?”
Gene lifted his head. “Because it feels good. For both of us, doesn’t it? Haven’t I done you dirty enough? Me and anyone else who contributed to your crappy day. I'm giving you permission not to be nice.”
“I've been told I'm too nice. Too quiet. Too passive.” Lily squeezed back tears that threatened to overcome her.
