Page 9 of Wait for Him

I reach down and lift his chin between my fingers, watching those blue eyes stay exactly where I want them.

“Now. Reach up my skirt and take off my panties.”

His hands come up, and he starts working at the fabric, uncertain, fumbling, wanting to get it right.

“Eyes on me, Jack.”

His gaze snaps up and stays there. His tongue dips out and drags slowly along his bottom lip as he slides them down with a bit more finesse. I rest one hand on his shoulder and step out of them.

“Bring them to your nose.”

He does. His eyes close on the inhale — involuntary, like his body is deciding without consulting him first.

“Do you like the way your pussy smells?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what, Jack?” I punctuate it with a small slap on his right cheek.

His breath hitches in his throat. “Ma’am.” Then, steadier, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Hm.” I watch him for a moment — the flush working up his throat, the way he’s holding himself so carefully still. “I really do like the way that sounds on your lips. I own you tonight. Tell me you understand.”

"Yes, ma'am. I understand."

Fuck, he's gorgeous. So eager.

I let my gaze track over him, taking my time about it. “If I own you, I want to see my possession. Shirt off. The tie stays."

He slides off the edge of the bed and onto his knees like it’s somewhere he was always meant to be.

I reach back and unzip my skirt just enough to let it fall, step out of it, and look down at him. He’s looking up at me with an expression that makes fourteen months feel like a very long time to have waited for exactly this. The muscles in his forearms flex as he loosens the knot at his throat, unbuttons his shirt, and slides it off to reveal a plain white undershirt stretched over his broad chest. A black chain with a small green pendant circle his neck.

I brush a damp strand of hair from his forehead, and he looks up at me through lashes that should be illegal.

I take the two ends of the tie and wrap them around my fist, giving a firm but gentle tug. “This is going to be your leash for the rest of the night.”

He draws a quick breath. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He catches himself before I can punish him for it. “I mean — yes, ma’am.”

“You’re such a quick learner, sweetheart.” I reach down and curl my fingers under his jaw, tilting his face up. “You’re going to have to earn your right to come tonight. Stick out your tongue, Jack.”

I lean down and suck his tongue into my mouth, then kiss him deeply, my nails firm at the back of his neck, and I feel him tremble. Knowing he’s never been dominated before, never been broken into submission — it’s the best fucking aphrodisiac there is.

I release him and take one step back, then pull him forward with the tie until his chin rests at the top of my slit. “Don’t stop until I come.”

He reaches out and with a firm grip on my hips yanks me forward, hooking my knee over his shoulder.

The first pass of his tongue pulls a sharp breath out of me I don’t bother hiding. He’s tentative for approximately four seconds — learning geography, then something clicks, and he dives in. His grip moves around to my ass, steadying me against his mouth, taking charge of keeping me upright.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck, that’s good.” My fingers thread through his hair, gripping tight as I buck against his mouth. I am intensely grateful for the Brazilian wax I got two days ago, because I feel his tongue everywhere. My whole body erupts in goosebumps. He takes my clit between his teeth and pulls, flickering his tongue over the captured flesh.

My head falls back, and I let out a rough moan. He hums against me in acknowledgment, taking it for exactly the encouragement it is.

He finds a new rhythm that makes my jaw go slack — tongue and pressure and the occasional graze of his rough chin that feels so deliberately placed I have to remind myself he got approved for this app today.

I look down and see the way the fabric of his slacks pulls across his lap and the blatant, very specific problem he is not doing anything to address.

“You’re so hard for me,” I say, mostly to myself, and he groans against my center like the words physically hurt him.