Page 86 of The Slayer Seduction

She looks up at me with lust-filled eyes. I can tell she’s surprised by herself. Iris is independent, logical, ready to help anyone who needs it. She didn’t think she would be into letting someone else be in charge.

Yet, when I look at her beautiful face, I can see her desire to be submissive to me, to let me take away all her fears and let her just bask in pleasure.

I nearly have to bend down to kiss up her throat, so I let go of her neck, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up so I can kiss and suck on her warm flesh. Quickly, like it’s second nature, she wraps her legs around my waist. I groan as her center grinds down on my hardening dick.

My hands shift to support her ass, and I moan against her throat as I squeeze her cheeks.

“Her heart rate is exceptionally fast. Is she alright?” the Slayer interrupts and I go back to hating him at that moment.

I don’t bother answering him as Iris grips the back of my neck for support.

“The Slayer is worried your heartbeat is too fast. It’s because you want this so bad, isn’t it? You want me to fill you up and make you come so many times you can’t think anymore?”

Her breathing hitches as she pulls back to look at me.

“Here I thought you were a sweet, slightly traumatized southern gentleman,” she says, and I give her a grin.

“I’m multifaceted.”

Her hand comes up and cups my cheek, the rings on her fingers cool against my skin. She looks unsure, but still intrigued as her thumb rubs my jaw.

“I’ve never…I just don’t really know what I’m doing.”

I lean to the side, kissing her wrist.

“Let me handle everything. If there’s something you don’t like, we’ll use a color system. Green means you’re enjoying yourself, yellow is to slow down, red means stop. We’ll start simple.”

“Okay.”

I smile at her, leaning forward and taking her mouth against mine. She’s so fucking soft everywhere, and she smells like the beginning of summer or something sweeter. The Slayer’s multi-millennia obsession makes so much more sense now.

Iris is gentle with her kiss, exploratory as I take control, dominating her mouth, moving her where I want her, and finally sucking that bottom lip like I dreamed of.

Her breath hitches in delightful surrender and I can’t help but to shudder, knowing how perfectly she’ll succumb to all the unexplored ecstasy I’m about to give her.

The urge to teach her, direct her, and show her the power in submission and pleasure is fucking overwhelming. She’s so pliant, eager to please and show me she’s capable.

I carry her over to the bed, placing her down gently. Her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath as her eyes don’t leave mine, waiting for direction.

“As fucking hot as you look in this getup, we’re going to need to take it off,” I tell her, tugging at her militant cargo pants.

She looks sheepish as I take control, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her body. I know she’s not wearing a bra with this tight little shirt, and just push it up above her perky tits. I grab one, testing out the pressure of how she likes to be handled.

“Harder?” I ask and she lets out the sweetest little yes.

My thumbs circle over her nipples as I knead her breasts.

“Her arousal is so thick. Such a beautiful creature,” the Slayer says in my mind, and I grunt my agreement. He watches on with appreciation and fascination, and I’m not sure if it’s Iris beneath me or sharing the body, but I know this level of arousal zipping through me isn’t normal.

I watch Iris as I lean forward, licking her small peaked nipple. I test the waters as I suck the small bud between my lips, seeing how rough she wants me to touch her.

Iris gasps, her hands gripping the longer parts of my hair, bringing her chest closer to my mouth. I test the pressure, sucking harder and softer intermittently, and she seems to enjoy it all.

My hand slides down her body, my fingertips memorizing every inch of smooth skin until I reach her drenched panties. I shift them to the side, sinking the tips of two fingers into her warm, wanting pussy.

“You need me to take care of this needy, wet pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasps out, lost in pleasure.