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"Aaah!" I cried, but Brandon just laughed as he hoofed me down the hallway to a door he kicked open. I was dumped on a huge blue bed, sumptuous and soft.
Brandon kneeled between my legs with a look that said all jokes were done. His fist wrapped around his erection, which he meditatively rubbed as he perused my body. When his eyes met mine again, they were dark and demanding.
He leaned over and slid his palm between my breasts, over my belly, and down my clit with just enough pressure to make my hips jump off the bed. Then he rubbed his length against the slick space between my legs, never entering, just teasing, causing my hips to arch even further, begging him to enter.
"Not yet."
He stood up, still massaging himself. I watched the movements of his hand. He was teasing me, on purpose, but for what reason, I didn't know. Brandon read my expression knowingly.
"Turn over," he ordered.
Obediently, I flipped onto my belly, then looked back over my shoulder just in time to see his eyes dilate at the change of view. He moved back between my legs, his free hand drifting up the interior of my limbs until he reached my ass, to which he then gave a quick slap.
I jumped, and my breathing picked up. My hair flipped over one shoulder as I looked back at him.
"Really?" I asked. "It's going to be like that?"
Brandon just bent over my body, pressing himself against my skin as he gave me a quick, biting kiss.
"Really," he replied. "Now, get up on your knees and touch yourself."
I obeyed, my hand snaking under my hips to find my clit while my face pressed into the soft dark blue of the duvet. The fabric muffled my moans as the feel of him pushing just slightly into me from behind.
"Christ," Brandon muttered again as he pushed in further. Both of his hands took solid handfuls of my ass, pulling me toward him so he could sink in all the way. "Fuck. You feel so fucking good, Skylar."
I gasped at the feel of him, and my fingers, as if of their own accord, picked up the pace.
"Fuck," I whimpered into the cotton. "Brandon...I....need to..."
"Not yet," he growled as he pulled out.
"No!" I cried out at the sudden loss. We were just getting started!
In response, all I got was another quick slap on the ass, hard enough to make me jump. I cried out, but just as much out of pleasure as anything else.
"You're going to come when I let you come," Brandon growled as he flipped me back over and knocked my hand away. "Hands up. Now."
Obediently, I raised my hands over the bed, feeling his gaze like fire.
"Clasp your hands together. Don't move."
My skin prickled all over with anticipation as I followed his orders. I hadn't seen this side of Brandon before, and while normally I wouldn't have said I had a dominant fetish, I was so starved for him that I would have done just about anything he said.
With firm hands, Brandon pushed my knees apart so he could stand between my legs and survey my body like some kind of conqueror. He pulled my legs up around his hips so that just the tip of him brushed against my entrance. I squirmed as my hips pressed forward to take him. His hand found my ass with another loud crack.
"I said don't move."
With every bit of self-control I could muster, my palms squeezed together over my head as I stilled the rest of my body. Everything pulsed.
Brandon trailed a hand down my torso, over my breasts, belly, down to the sensitive spot that ached for him. Every muscle in my body tensed as I worked overtime not to rise into him. He looked on with satisfaction.
"You want me to touch you, don't you, baby?" he asked with a wicked smile.
His thumb flicked over my clit, and my hips jerked slightly.
"Please," I whimpered, tortured by the way he lingered, teasing at my entrance, teasing at my clit.
"Please what?"
