Later.
He ran his hand over her bottom, slapping the other cheek. Damn, he wasn’t going to last long with all this deliciousness on display.
“Get on the bed. Hands behind your head. Legs bent, feet flat on the mattress, thighs spread.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Hell. Yes.
As she got into position, he stripped off his clothes. He grabbed his cock, running his hand up and down it, squeezing the base, knowing he needed to calm down a bit.
“Oh. Wow,” she muttered.
He had to grin. “Like what you see, love?” He moved his hand up the shaft again.
“Yes. Yes, Sir. Please, can I touch?”
He shook his head. “Not right now. Right now, I need to taste you. I need to fuck you.”
He grabbed a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on. He moved between her open legs then dived into her pussy, his tongue working her clit then fucking her with shallow thrusts. He heard that hitch in her breath, felt her tense and knew she was close.
He drew back.
She let out a pained cry. “No! Go back! I was close.”
“I know, love. That’s why I drew back.”
He teased her again. Tortured her up to the edge then pulled back. Her cry was loud. A wail.
“Nooo. That’s so mean.”
With a grin, he flicked her clit. Softly. Gently. Her small whimpers made his cock weep with pre-cum. Fuck. He was torturing himself. When he couldn’t wait much longer, he took her up and over the edge. As her cries of release filled the room as drove himself deep inside her.
Her passage clenched down around him, nearly making him come on the first thrust.
Fuck. That would be embarrassing. He took a moment, breathed in deep. Found his center.
“Wrap your legs around me, love. Hold on tight.”
“Always, Sir. Always.”
It didn’t take long until he shattered, his roar of release erupting from him as he came, collapsing on top of her, his heart racing, sweat coating his skin. She ran her hands up and down his back until he managed to find the energy to roll to his side.
“Christ, I can’t move. I need to get up. Shower. Get ready,” he muttered.
“Ooh, yes. Shower sex.”
He huffed out a laugh. “Love, you’re gonna kill me.”
* * *
She felt nervous as she walked into the reception area. Archer had planned on coming home to get her before they went out to dinner, but he’d called earlier to say he was running late and he’d send a car for her.
First time she’d ever had a town car sent for her. She smoothed down her teal-colored dress. She hoped it was good enough for wherever they were going.
She wasn’t used to fancy dinners. But it was what Archer liked. And she wanted to give him what he liked. Especially, since he wouldn’t have as much opportunity for nice dinners out when they were at Sanctuary.
His PA looked up as she approached. What was her name again? Susan, that was it. She barely recognized her as the same woman at the BDSM club the other night. She felt slightly awkward about the whole thing.