Jordan felt her skirt naturally inch up when she’d straddled him and with his aid, soon found it bundled higher around her hips to expose a purple lace thong to his leering gaze. She inched in closer to his crotch where she detected the delicious bulge of his aroused length pressing against a pair of tight, black jeans.
“Hmm… now that’s what I call a heavenly feeling,” she purred as she rubbed her core against the turgid shaft. She leaned in and with a sensual flick of her tongue, caressed the bottom edge of his lower lip. “And if desiring you is living dangerously, then I’m all for it.” She sucked in the inviting fullness under her tongue. “So, Mr. Carter, are you going to give me what we both need?”
One eyebrow inched higher. “A quick fuck?”
“I’d settle for that… for now at least,” she lilted.
“Hmm… I’m afraid that’s out of the question.”
The joy lavished upon her face in anticipation was just as quickly ripped away by the wickedly gorgeous smile on his face.
Good lord, who knew he’d turn into a veritable Adonis with something as simple as that!
She decided there and then it would be her daily mission to make him smile.
He stared at her pouty mouth. “My mother implanted two aphorisms in my fertile mind in the first decade of my young life and they still hold true today. The first was, always be a gentleman. And the second one was, never rush a thing that is meant to be savored.” He then seeded a tender kiss into her palm. “So, to honor those truths as a gentleman must, you, little one, are meant to be relished, sipped, and tasted, from the top of your head to the bottom of your cute little toes. I intend to make sure you understand what it means to be my submissive and to do that… I cannot be rushed.”
Her breath stuttered as his fingers trailed along the edge of her thong.
“And the gentlemanly thing to do at this moment, is to offer you a taste.”
“A taste?” She moaned as his fingers found their way under the gauzy lace to tease and nudge taut her silky pearl.
“Of being my sub.”
“Go for it, Sir. I’m in your hands.” She didn’t bother to hide the eagerness for him to proceed. He hadn’t limited her to masturbating when he’d denied her relief in Turkey, but the submissive inside her had heeded the silent warning. She was so sexually frustrated that she could gnaw the leg off an iron stool.
“Of course, whether it’s pleasure or frustration remains to be seen.”
Jordan leaned back to glare at him. “It’s cruel to tease me and then slam the door.”
“Is it? Or are you used to topping from the bottom?” His finger edged lower to discover her swollen, hot, and wet to his touch. “At a guess, I believe I’m right and precisely what we need to address from the get-go.”
“We? Is that a royal we, or us, as in the two of us as a team?”
“That’ll depend on whether you’re committed to change and honest enough to admit that you are only a submissive when and how it pleases you.”
“I wouldn’t go as far as that but I do admit I have a tendency to… well, to be a tad demanding during a scene.”
“I wouldn’t suggest you indulge that urge with me, little one.” His eyes glimmered as he offered a wicked smile. “Except of course if you’re begging for another tanning of your backside.”
Her buttocks clenched involuntarily at the memory of the first spanking he’d given her. It had taken two days before she could sit without wincing. Yes, it had spiked her arousal but begging for such high intensity pain?
“Not likely.”
“Let’s test that theory, shall we?”
Jordan eyed him suspiciously. He looked way too smug for her liking but she had come here with the hope of a climax and she’d be damned if she didn’t at least get that much.
“As long as you know I’m an excellent gamer. I always win.”
“Good to know.”
She cursed herself silently. Now she’d given him fair warning and from what she’d learned about him, he’d use it to his advantage.
“Now, kitten, you don’t move, not a muscle. You do not talk or make a single sound. No moaning, groaning, or whimpering. For as long as this takes, I want complete silence.”
“This being?”