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“Crawl to me.”
I close my eyes and swallow the need inside me. It drops to my stomach and liquefies. The wetness between my leg is proof of everything I thought I hated about myself. Proof of everything I love now that it matches Xi’s needs.
I crawl to him slowly, doing my best to make it look sensual. I curve my back, pushing my ass out. I aim to please.
When I’m finally at his feet, I look up at him and silently beg him with all I have.
Touch me.
Play with me.
I’m yours to use.
Just do it.
He hears it all. I know he does, being that he says, “Look at you.” Just because he ordered so, my eyes dart down to my spread knees. To my position of utter submission.
“So desperate to be mine.”
And isn’t that the most truthful definition of me tonight?
He drops his elbows to his knees, his hands hanging between his legs, just before me. He lowers his face to mine and his lips come to whisper in my ear.
“Turn around, drop your face to the floor, and present your pussy to me. Let me see how eager she is for me.”
It takes all of me not to moan at his words. I blink up at him when he pulls away from my ear and grazes his lips against mine.
He doesn’t push me, and he doesn’t insist. He simply waits for me to be so desperate for him I finally move. I turn around and spread my hands on either side of me. Then I lower myself until I press my cheek to his rough carpet and push my ass out.
“Spread wider.”
My knees scrape against the floor as I spread my legs for him, giving him an unobstructed view of my dripping pussy.
He presses something to my inner thigh. I’m confused as to what it is. “You’re wet all the way to here.”
And it’s oh so embarrassingly far down my inner thigh.
I whimper from need when he moves higher, and I finally understand what he’s touching me with.
His boot.
The top of the leathered tip is sliding against my wetness, stopping short of touching my pussy lips. So,soshort of grazing my swollen clit.
“That’s me taking control, Alexandra. I can give you orders all night long and never give you what you truly need.”
“Please.” My breathy voice embarrasses me further. The man hasn’t even truly touched me yet.
“Do you want me?” he challenges.
“Y-yes,” I gasp. “I do.”
“Tell me what youtrulywant.”
“You. I want you,” I blurt out. “I want…I want you to make me feel good. Please.”
“How? Say it.”
I take in a ragged breath, swallowing and accepting the woman I am. The one who decides what she wants her man to give to her.
