She bit her lip then nodded.
“Verbal.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He leaned in and kissed her. His mouth pressed against hers. There was no illusion about who was in charge. Drawing back, he undid the front clasp of her bra then slipped a cup off one breast. He just stared down at her for a moment before dropping his mouth and sucking the nipple into the warmth of his mouth.
She clasped her hands behind his head then ran them down his shoulders, wishing she could feel his bare skin. The muscles of his back bunched as he shifted his weight then swirled his tongue around her nipple before flicking it firmly.
“Oh. Oh.” She shifted her weight from foot to foot, unable to keep still as she felt her pussy gush with moisture.
When he drew away, her nipple was stiff and almost too sensitive.
“Lie back on the sofa. Arms above your head,” he ordered.
Watching him with wide eyes, she lay back and raised her hands above her head. She couldn’t touch him? She bit her lip. Had she done something wrong?
He cupped the side of her face. “There are times when I’ll want your touch. When I’ll order you to your knees to suck my cock. But there are other times I’ll want to bind you and have my way with you. Tonight, I want to concentrate on you, and your touch is a distraction. Keep those arms there, understand? And I want you to keep as still as possible.”
She nodded then remembered she was supposed to give verbal responses. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl, have I told you how happy it makes me when you obey me?”
He watched as happiness filled her face. He would have to be careful with what he said to her. She had a tendency to take on any failure, real or perceived, as her own personal issue. She needed praise and to build up her self-confidence. To know that it was okay to fail sometimes. To not be perfect. That he wouldn’t turn away from her if she did make a mistake.
Because he wasn’t going into this lightly. Lacey wasn’t a woman you spent a few nights with for fun. She needed more than that, and he wanted to give her what she needed. To watch her grow. To see that happiness on her face more often.
He revealed her other breast. Damn, she was perfect. Bright, rosy red nipples tipped her breasts. He leaned in and lightly bit her nipple, listening to her groan of surprised pleasure. He licked at the nipple, soothing away the ache then sucked on it lightly.
His cock pressed against his pants, longing to be free. But tonight wasn’t about him. Tonight, was all about showing her what sort of pleasure he could bring her. It was about building her trust in him. It was about chasing some of the shadows from her gaze and bringing her happiness.
He brought both of her breasts together and played with the nipples, lapping then nipping at them before bringing them into his mouth and sucking strongly.
“Oh, oh, oh.” Her whimpers turned to moans that filled the small room. When he drew back, her eyes were closed, her red lips parted as her breath heaved in and out of her lungs.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured.
She opened her eyes, staring up at him. “I’m not the gorgeous one.”
“Oh, yes, you are. And before you protest further you should know that your body is mine and putting my body down is a spankable offence.”
Her eyes widened at that statement, and she licked her lips, looking like she was considering pushing him just to receive that punishment. She was definitely interested in it. Although she wouldn’t find one given for punishment nearly as much fun as one given for pleasure.
“I want the first spanking you receive to be for pleasure, not punishment,” he told her. “So, behave. I only want to hear nice things about this body. About how beautiful and sexy you are.”
“You really think that? You’re not just saying it?” There was a slight frown between her eyes, and she looked confused, as though she couldn’t possibly believe what he’d said was true. How had no one ever told her she was beautiful?
“Baby, you’re my every dream brought to life, I promise you. I think you’re absolutely edible.” As if to prove his point he kissed his way down her stomach then across her mound. “Lift your hips.”
He could sense the tension growing in her body as he pulled her panties down her hips and legs.
“Gray,” she moaned. “Can’t I strip you?”
“No.” He stared down at her pussy, which was completely bare. Now, that was unexpected. He ran his finger along her lips. Then grabbing her right leg, he raised it and placed her foot on the back of the sofa. “Keep that leg there.” He pulled her left leg over so her foot rested on the floor. This laid her out so he could stare at her to his heart’s content. The slick petals of her pussy, so plump and pink and coated with her dew. A hint of her full ass cheeks. Sleek, creamy thighs that he could just imagine wrapped around him.
Heaven.
“You don’t get to see me naked or touch me tonight.”