He gave a small nod. “Pull out my belt.”
I shifted in his lap, sliding back an inch before my eyes fell to the space between us. My fingers worked the belt buckle, still weirdly cool against his hot skin. I pulled at the leather, and it slipped out of the loops effortlessly.
“Are you gonna spank me?” I asked, handing him the belt.
He smirked. “Not quite.” And reached out to wrap it around my neck. “Do you trust me?”
My heart slammed against my ribs. The dressing room felt smaller, and the distant roar of the crowd still leaking through the walls only amplified the feeling.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Are you gonna be good and listen to instructions?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He looped the belt loosely around my throat. His grey eyes searched mine, checking, waiting.
“Safe word?”
My lips twitched. “Asshole,” I said.
He grinned. “I may mistake it for something else.”
“Red then.”
“Good girl.” The praise made my stomach flip. He tugged the belt slightly, pulling me closer until our mouths were almost touching. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to ride me until I say stop. You don’t come until I give you permission. Understand?”
I nodded, but his hand tightened on the leather.
“Say it, baby.”
“I understand.”
“And if you’re good — and I meanreallygood…” His free hand slid up my inner thigh, fingers brushing against the mostsensitive part of me. “I’ll make you come so hard you forget your own fucking name.”
“And if I’m not good?”
His smile turned wicked. “Then I’ll edge you until you’re crying and begging, and I still won’t let you finish.” He leaned in, teeth grazing my earlobe. “So what’s it gonna be, doll? You gonna be good for me?”
“Yes.” The word came out strangled.
“Then stand up. Let’s rid you of those fishnets.”
I climbed off his lap, and his fingers immediately dug into the pantyhose, tearing them with a tasty ripping sound. The fishnets now hung in tatters around my legs. He didn’t bother with my panties — merely pushed them to the side and dragged a finger through my pussy while undoing the button of his pants with the other hand.
“Now slowly…” He kept gliding his finger through me. “…get back here.”
I climbed back onto his lap, but this time when I straddled him, there was nothing between us except his jeans.
His hand went to his zipper, and within a breath, his cock was free. He reached for the belt again.
“Slowly,” he reminded, and I began lowering myself onto him. Good God, he felt so good.
His grip on the belt tightened as I sank down inch by inch, and the leather pressed against my throat, reminding me that he was very much in control. My breath came in shallow gasps, half from the sensation of him filling me and half from the heady rush of giving myself over to him like this.
“Eyes on me,” Milo commanded. “Don’t you fucking look away.”
I locked eyes with him. His hand gripped my hip, slowing me down.
