“Hands on my shoulders and lift your foot up.”
She obeyed almost mechanically, first her right foot and then her left, until she was left in just the lacy pink bra and panty set she’d put on this morning in anticipation of exactly this.
Thank god early morning Kit hadn’t known what she’d find at the office, or she might be standing here in her favorite comfy cotton bra and a pair of superhero panties.
“Fucking beautiful.” Stepping back, Austin let his gaze roam over her, and she had to fight back the rising wave of panic and the urge to cover herself. What was she going to do if he turned his back on her? If he decided she wasn’t at all what he’d been expecting?
But when his eyes met hers again, all she saw was her own need reflected back at her, a raw kind of hunger that made her feel… everything.
Beautiful.
Desirable.
Wanted.
Emboldened, she reached behind her back, and with trembling fingers, flicked open the first hook of her bra. Approval flashed in his eyes and she moved on to the next hook. Then the third, before sliding the straps over her shoulders and down her arms. She hesitated, briefly, holding the lacy fabric to her chest, but braced herself with a deep breath and let it fall, baring herself to him.
“Put your hands on the back of your head and lace your fingers together.” The order was given in a rough, gravelly voice, almost like he’d forgotten how to use it.
He wasn’t faking it. He wasn’t just humoring the fat girl, or using her to get his rocks off. There was no way to fake those raw reactions, and it gave her the courage to obey his orders without the slightest hesitation.
“That’s my good girl.” Stepping closer, he cupped her breasts in his palms, running his thumbs over the hardened nipples. “You put breast torture down as a maybe. Would you like a sample tonight?”
Yes. She wanted everything and anything he wanted to give her. Maybe it was the knowledge that this might be their only time together, or maybe it was just the way he looked at her, but she knew there was almost nothing she would deny him tonight.
“Please, sir.”
“Such a polite little kitten, asking so nicely for her Sir to hurt her.” He caught her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing tightly enough that she let out a little whimper at the flash of pain. “Give me a color, baby. Green if you’re good, yellow if you need me to slow down.”
“Green, sir.”
“Excellent.” The pride in his voice carried her through as he repeated the torture, adding a little twist at the end that brought her to her toes.
“Still green, kitten?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmmm.” Ducking his head, he ran his tongue over her nipple, soothing the abused flesh. “Doesn’t seem fair to only play with one of these beauties, does it? Wouldn’t want the other to feel neglected.”
It was all the warning she got before the familiar pain laced through her opposite breast, straight down to her throbbing clit. “Ow! Austin!”
Her outburst was met with a raised eyebrow. “It’s sir when we’re playing, kitten.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“Try to remember. You’ve been such a good girl for me, I’d hate to have to punish you before you get your reward.”
There was something in his voice that told her he wouldn’t hate itthatmuch, but she nodded her understanding. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. You can put your arms down now.”
She obeyed, wincing at the unexpected stabbing in her shoulders. To her surprise, he reached up and massaged each of them in turn until the pain faded.
“Better?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
“Welcome. Now, get those panties off so I can eat that pretty pussy.”