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Jareth was older than me, twenty years to be exact. At twenty-four, I’d never thought I’d fall in love with a man my father’s age. Hell, I didn’t think I could fall in love withtwomen at the same time either. Funny how life worked.
“My alarm didn’t go off and there was traffic,” I said so low, so soft, my voice was almost a whisper.
He took another step closer, and I forced myself not to move one back. I felt his body heat slam into me, felt my pulse race and between my legs become wet. I did take a step back then, and another, and another, until I felt the wall stop my retreat. And the entire time, Jareth followed me.
“You should be reprimanded for being late.” He dipped his gaze down to my mouth, and I involuntarily licked my lips. A deep groan left him, my pussy creaming even more in response. I clenched my thighs together, the arousal so pronounced I had a hard time breathing.
“Reprimand me?” There was no point in acting like I had my shit together, like I wasn’t completely lost in Jareth. What was the point of pretending when he could read me better than I could probably read myself?
“Disciplinary action should be taken,” he said and stepped closer to me so that our bodies were only an inch apart.
“And what would that be?” My voice was no more than a whisper—a very aroused, erotic whisper.
“I don’t know, Sofie. Maybe I should just show you instead of tell you.”
I moaned softly after he spoke. I was hoping he would say something like that. Maybe he would withhold orgasm, spanking my ass until it was red and sore, or maybe he would make me suck him off, force me to swallow all his cum like a good little girl. God, the thoughts in my head would,couldbe my undoing, could have gotten me off right then and there.
But it was long moments before he said anything else. He didn’t even touch me, didn’t even make a move like he would. “Pull up your skirt and show me your panties.”
My heart was racing so hard and fast it was actually painful. “I’m not wearing panties.” God, was that my voice? It was sexy and sultry all in the same breath.
A deep grunt left him, and he moved another inch closer to me. “What a good girl you are.” He looked down at my mouth again. “Do what I say, Sofie.”
I reached down and grabbed the edge of my skirt, pulling up the material. It was a pencil design, formfitting, causing me to wiggle my hips in order to get the material up my thighs.
Once the fabric was above my hips, I watched as Jareth looked down to the area between my legs. I had thigh-high stockings on, the straps attached to a garter, the outfit I’d worn because I knew Jareth liked it, and because it made me feel sexy as hell.
“Spread your legs,” he said demandingly.
I did as he ordered, spreading my legs, the cool air moving along the most intimate part of me.
“You know I like how smooth your pussy is.”
I nodded. Although I waxed my pussy because I liked the way it felt, especially during sex.
“Turn around,” he said, and I did exactly that, looking over my shoulder and seeing his focus trained down. “Look at that ass. By the time you leave this office, you’ll be weak-kneed and begging me to fuck you, Sofie.”
I closed my eyes and rested my head on the wall, moaning softly. Yes. That’s exactly what I wanted.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I did as he said.
For long moments, Jareth didn’t speak; he just stared at me, looked me in my eyes, the control he had over this situation evident. And although I was a strong woman in my own right, independent and successful, I couldn’t help but admit that having Jareth in control like this turned me on.
He lowered his gaze to my bare pussy, his face like stone, his breathing even. He had his desire and control in check; that was evident. But then again, he always did.
“I want you to touch yourself, to move your hand down to your pussy and spread your lips for me.”
My belly was hollowing in and out at his command, and I obeyed instantly. Moving my fingers down my belly, over the material of my skirt, and finally over my smooth mound, I stopped right before I fully touched myself.
“Be a good girl for me, baby,” he growled low.
Here he was, dressed impeccably, his hands still in the pockets of his slacks, his voice only showing the barest hint of arousal, and his gaze trained right on my pussy.
He acted so… in control. And I felt anything but.
I touched my clit at first, a small gasp leaving me. I moved a digit down my center, feeling how soaked I was, how wet my pussy was for Jareth.
