Page 70 of Jetmir

“You have to promise not to make fun.” I gave an embarrassed laugh, lowering my gaze demurely. “It’s, um… well, it’s role-playing. You’d be sitting behind the desk… I’d be in charge and ride you.” I looked back up, my cheeks burning. “It’s silly,” I murmured.

His smile turned wolfish. “I don’t think that’s silly at all.”

“No?” I breathed, wide-eyed. My chest rose and fell while my core throbbed in anticipation. I wish I could claim it was all an act, but it wasn’t.

“No,” he affirmed, making this whole plan easier. Or harder—that was still up for debate. “Show me, wife.”

I guided him backward with a hand against his chest, in slight disbelief that this was working. He let me steer him without resistance and I couldn’t help but wonder. Did I have that much power over him? Or was he playing me?

The chair bumped against the backs of his legs.

“Sit.” He did, his gaze locked on me with a feverish type of obsession that I feared would burn me at any moment.

I maneuvered so I was kneeling on his lap and my thighs were on either side of his hips, then leaned forward and kissed him gently. A rumble of appreciation sounded in his chest and he tugged me forward. I darted my tongue across his lower lip, then nibbled gently. His tongue took over, engaging in a feverish duel with mine.

He sucked, his erection making itself known against my abdomen. Arousal pooled between my legs, soaking my panties, and I shamelessly ground myself against it.

Our eyes met, the untamed lust weaving through the air.

Next, the sound of a zipper filled the space between us and my mouth just about dropped open. Jetmir’s thick cock sprung out of his pants and he wrapped his veiny hand around his length.

I pulled my lips between my teeth and bit down hard, preventing a whimper from escaping through my lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his breath skimming the sensitive skin behind my ear. He tugged on his hard, glistening cock, up and down, the pre-cum at the tip spilling over and tempting me to lick it.

Watching him jerk off was easily the best porn I’d ever seen. I could have orgasmed just from watching this scene play out.

“I need to have you, wife,” he groaned. “I need to feel you. It’s been so long.”

My throbbing center ached to have him inside me, which definitely wasn’t helping me execute my plan.

Thankfully I still had some common sense left and demanded, “On my terms.”

“Anything.”

I opened the desk drawer with what I hoped looked like confidence. There they were. The handcuffs.

My pulse spiked.

“I touch you, but you won’t touch me,” I rasped with what I hoped was a seductive tone. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

He looked at the cuffs, then back at me. I expected him to refuse, so it took me two heartbeats to finally process his next words.

“Understood, wife. Just keep kissing me,” he rasped. “I’m all yours.”

He held out his wrists without another question.

The metallic click echoed through the room. I drew his hands together behind the chair, placing the cuffs on one wrist. Then the other.

He gave them an experimental tug. “Touch me, wife.”

“Yes, Thorne.” My core brushed against his hard length and we both moaned.

“Take your panties off.” His voice was throaty, full of yearning I felt in my very soul. I had every intention to get up and walk away. I really did. But my body refused to move, humming with the need that hadn’t been sated since I left Jetmir.

“Anya?”

I stood as if on autopilot and peeled them off my legs, dropping the silky material on the floor. I straddled him again and wrapped my hand around his smooth length.