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ChapterSeven
MANDY
I’d played with fire, let’s hope I didn’t get burned.
I stared up into his eyes, his fingers tight against my jaw, and dared him to make me tell him I wanted him to fuck me. That might be the only way I could actually get the words out, to have him make me say them. I wouldn’t give them to him easily, but if he did this right, he might be able to get what he wanted.
It just depended on how inventive he was.
I pulled the tail of my belt up and looked at him with a question in my eyes. Did he know what I was asking for? Did he understand where I wanted him to take me?
I’d dreamed about him all night long, so much that I’d woken up getting myself off at one point. I’d gone right back to sleep, unrelieved despite the moment, to dream about all of the things I really, really wanted him to do.
Bondage wasn’t something I’d practice with just anyone, but so far, Brian had shown constraint, patience, and the kind of skill it would take to make me do what he wanted. I didn’t relinquish my independence, my control, to just anyone, but so far? He’d proven he could do it. If I allowed him to.
“Go to the couch. Now,” he ordered with a nod of his chin to the couch he’d rested on moments ago.
I walked over and started to take my robe off.
“No, leave it on.”
I nodded at his demand and waited, looking up at him.
Was this a mistake? Could I trust him to do this without hurting me? Or taking it too far?
“Spread your legs.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he spoke, watching me while I did as he told me to do. “Stay still.”
Everything had changed for me after that moment when he’d caught me in the hallway. Maybe even before then, maybe it was at the auction, I don’t know. I do know that the way he’d made me feel in the hallway had changed something in me.
It had been a long time since I wanted to do more than get off with a man. I’d dreamed about the hundreds of ways I could pleasure him, of how good that would make me feel, and I wanted to do that. The problem was, I was still too stubborn to ask him to fuck me. It was a simple enough request, but something in me needed him to make me say it. To pull it out of me, and I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted that before.
Not as much as I did with him.
“Now, I want you to touch yourself, Mandy. Show me how you like to be touched.” He sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch, close but not right on top of me. He could reach out and touch me if he wanted to, but there’d be no accidental touches.
I moved my hands, up to my breasts, unashamed of what I had or the fact that I liked sex. I’d left all of those qualms behind a long time ago, and now, I was eager to have him watch me. It was one of the reasons I hadn’t given up dancing, I loved the attention, I loved knowing I could arouse my audience, but this time, it was an audience of one.
I knew how to perform.
I cupped the globes in my palms, through the satin, holding them up as an offering that he didn’t take. I didn’t let it disappoint me, but continued my tease. Only, when I reached my nipples, pinched them into tight peaks, I couldn’t stop the sigh of pleasure that escaped my lips. I didn’t want to stop it, because I knew even that would hold his attention. I’m not a stranger to good sex, after all.
“That’s how you like to be touched, Mandy? A little rough?” he asked, his eyes on my breasts, not my face.
“Oh yes, I do like it a little rough, Brian.” I smiled at him, catching his eyes this time. They were a deeper shade of green now, almost black with desire. That was something I hadn’t seen in the darkness last night.
“And the rest?” he asked, his head indicating the area my shorts hid. His nostrils flared, as if trying to catch my scent, and I smiled again.
“Mmhmm, there too,” I teased, sliding my left hand down my abdomen and to the satin edge of my shorts. “Whether it’s your tongue, or your fingers, or anything else, a little hard and a little rough works wonders.”
His lips parted while he watched me, my hand now beneath the dark gray satin, playing in the folds of dewy flesh. I was ready for him, but then, I think I had been since I went to bed last night.
“Show me,” he whispered, before he swallowed hard.
I was winning, I do believe.
“Show you what, Brian?” I prompted, wanting to see how far he’d go.
“Show me how you fuck yourself.” His eyes met mine then, moving from my shorts straight up to my eyes.
