Ican’tfullycomprehendhow I ended up like this, straddling Patrick with one of his hands on my ass and the other in my hair, but I can’t complain.
“I need to get you out of this dress.” I can barely think straight, but the fact that his ‘wants’ have turned to ‘needs’ is driving me feral. “El, please. I’ve been dreaming about what your body looks like.”
He helps lift me off his lap, so I’m standing about a foot in front of him. Peering up at him, I reach down to pull my dress off, but he grabs my wrist and tsks, removing my hands from the fabric. “Uh-uh. Not so fast, baby. I need to take my time with you.”
I’m on display as his eyes graze up and down my body. Now that we’re both standing up, the outline of his length is right in front of me, and my mouth falls open realizing how big he is. He definitely felt big when I shamelessly rubbed myself on him, but to see it is a whole other ballgame.
His pupils dilate, and the corners of his mouth turn up when he sees my reaction. “You should close your mouth before I make you use it.”
The way he talks to me sends shivers through my whole body. Patricks moves his hand up the slit in my dress, and my knees start to wobble.
“Were you trying to torture me, baby? Wearing this sexy, little dress knowing no one could have you. I had to sit there all night, trying not to think about all the things I want to do to you.” His hand moves through the opening in the dress and wraps tightly around my upper thigh. I’ve already soaked through the thin layer of lace, and he’s only a few inches away from feeling my desire. “You’re so soft. I want my mouth all over you, El. Be a good girl and lift your arms for me.”
I comply without questions as he lifts the silky fabric up over my head. With care, he goes to lay it over the back of the couch with his suit jacket, and my heart strings pull at the sweet gesture.
As he walks back over to me, he rolls the cuffs of his dress shirt up to expose his forearms. I’m surprised by how slow and meticulous his movements are because I am so unbearably desperate.
His finger traces along my jaw, tilting my chin up to look at him. He is at least six inches taller, even with my heels on, but I don’t mind how he towers over me.
“So, I think I have the dirty talking thing down. How would you like me to be rough with you? You never went into detail that night, and I’ve been dying to know.”
Pulling my bottom lip into my mouth, I feel nervous. I’ve never had anyone ask me what they should do before—they’ve just done whatever they liked.
With my nerves, I can’t focus long enough to give an answer, but the silence doesn’t upset him. “Hmmm, okay. What if I do something and you tell me if you like it or not?”
“O-okay.”
His hand moves up the back of my neck, and he wraps my hair around his fist. “Hair pulling?”
I let out an embarrassingly loud moan as he pulls my head back. “Mm, yes.”
“Fuck, you make the sweetest sounds.” His grip stays tight as he moves his mouth down to my neck. “Tell me if you like this.”
Soft kisses are placed in a line down my throat, and when he nips on my skin right where it meets my shoulder, honest to god, I almost fall over.
My balance wavers, so I hold onto his arm, needing something to ground me. “Y-yes. That’s good.”
Without warning, his teeth scrape against my skin, and he bites down, evoking another yelp from me. Placing a small kiss to soothe where he just caused me pain, his eyes look up at me with eagerness. “What about that? Do you like it when I hurt you, Ellie?”
“F-fuck. Um, that’s g-good too.” My voice is shakier than I am, and I'm so on edge that just one touch could probably send me into instant bliss.
Patrick brings his face back up to mine and kisses me lightly. “You’re doing so good, baby. Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes, please.”
He lets out a pained groan and palms his erection through his dress pants. “God, you sound pretty when you beg.”
There is something about me being almost naked while Patrick is still fully clothed that is making me go crazy. He holds so much power right now, and it’s funny how I don’t feel scared at all. I have actually never felt so safe being so exposed to someone than I do with Patrick, and he reminds me why. “Remember, I might be calling the shots, but you’re in control. Stop me if you are not comfortable.”
Unclasping my bra and helping me out of it, he tosses it onto the couch without breaking our gaze—like he’s afraid if he looks away, I could disappear at any second. I normally feel self conscious without anything supporting me, but Patrick’s hooded eyes and euphoric gaze makes me forget all of my insecurities. When he swipes a thumb over my hard nipple, I shudder.
Finally giving himself permission to look, he moves both hands up my stomach to cup my breasts and watches as they overflow in his grasp. “Your tits look so good, El.”
His mouth moves down to pull a hard peak between his teeth. I wince at the sudden sharpness, but he is gentle enough where it doesn’t actually hurt. He leaves small kisses and bites all over my breasts while his hands roam the rest of my body. The teasing is almost too much as he manages to touch almost everywhere other than where I need him to. I think he might get off on having me beg because I am getting awfully close to doing it again.
It feels sacrilegious to watch Patrick kneel in front of me. His mouth places purposeful kisses as he lowers himself to hisknees. He runs a finger in the waistband of my underwear and gives a light tug to uncover the skin beneath. His teeth nip and suck right beside my hip bone, causing me to squirm in response. As he holds my hips to keep me in place, he leaves a tiny bruise where his mouth just was. “How do you feel about me leaving little marks on you?”
“Mm, I-I love it.” I can barely get the words out.
