“Don’t tell me you’re going to use a bottle of champagne?”
“Let’s not spoil the surprise.” I slide a hand beneath her tank top. “But in the meantime, I want to try something light and vanilla with no safe word.”
“What?”
“Do you trust me?”
“No.” She turns to meet my gaze with narrowed eyes. “And why does it sound like you’re about to do something I won’t like?”
I swallow back a laugh. “Because you won’t.”
“Liar.” She rests her back against my chest. “Come on then, do your worst.”
“We’ll play a game of how many times I can take you to the edge before you break.” I slip her collar out of my pocket and fix it around her neck.
She shivers against my chest, but my body feels the movement as a thrill of excitement. “That doesn’t sound painful at all.”
“That remains to be seen.”
I slide one hand over her ribs and cup her breast. It’s warm and firm to the touch. When I brush my fingers over her nipples, they tighten into hard peaks.
My pulse quickens sending blood down south. Everything about this young woman is delectable.
“Your body is beautifully responsive,” I murmur into her ear.
“Hmmmm.”
With my other hand, I trace a path over the cotton fabric of her knickers and pause over her protruding nub. The objective of this game is to get her so aroused that she begs for release. I rub gentle circles around her clit, missing it by an inch, so she only feels the ghost of a touch.
Phoenix raises her hips, trying to create a little friction. I snatch my hand away. “No cheating.”
“Can’t you touch my clit directly?” she asks with a whine.
“Be a good girl and stay quiet while I play with your pussy.”
She claps a hand over her mouth with a strangled noise, and I slide the side of my thumb over her clothed pussy lips. Phoenix shivers, making my cock ache for her hand. The downside to this game is that I must also abstain from release.
“Are you getting wet for me, little Phoenix?”
She shakes her head.
“And what would I find when I pulled your knickers to the side?”
She groans. “This is so unfair.”
“What is?”
“You think I like all kinds of crazy things,” she mutters.
“I’m just going by your reactions,” I say, my voice light. “We both know you’re a kinky little slut beneath the innocent facade. You’re just in denial.”
“What?” she splutters. “I’m not— Oh.”
She throws her head back as my finger slides over her swollen clit with the lightest of touches.
“Admit it.”
“No,” she whispers.