“Okay.”
“Did you like when I played with your breasts?” He slides his hand up my blouse, gently cupping my breast as his thumb swipes across my nipple, his eyes never leaving mine.
My eyelids flutter at the sensation. “Yes.”
“What about when I bit you? Do you like it rough?”
I nod and he pinches my nipple, eliciting a gasp from me. He removes his hand from beneath my shirt, bringing it to rest against my throat.
“And what about when I squeeze here?” His fingers tighten just enough for me to feel the pressure.
My fingers curl into his shirt. “It’s exciting.”
“Mmm.” He leans in, keeping his hand in place as his lips touch my earlobe. “I knew there was a naughty girl in there somewhere.”
“More,” I moan. “Say more things.”
“You like when I talk dirty to you?”
“Yes.”
His other hand slides beneath my skirt, his fingers finding my wet panties.
“Oh, you do like it, don’t you?”
I grip his shirt, praying he doesn’t stop.
“What about when I slide my fingers inside you, does that excite you?”
“Oh! Please don’t stop.” I lift my hips a little, giving his fingers access and allowing him room to slide one inside of me.
He lazily slides it in and out a few times before dragging my wetness back between my cheeks.
“And here? Did you like when I entered you here?”
“Ah.” I tense at the intrusion, but quickly relax as he presses against me, slipping just the tip of his finger inside. “Yessss.” He removes his finger and brings it back to my clit, toying with me.
“Tell me what’s going through your mind?”
I stare down at him. His tie is loosened, his top button undone. My lips claim his in a searing kiss while he continues to prime me with his fingers. I’ve never wanted a man the way I want Alex Snow. Loosening his tie, I slide it away from his collar.
“I want to be in control,” I say, gaining confidence.
“Do you now?” He smiles as I wrap the tie around the bar above his head.
“Give me your hand.” I hold out my hand. He obliges, and I wrap one end of the tie around his wrist. “Other hand.”
He stares at me, and I’m unsure whether he’s actually going to do it, but he slowly removes his hand from beneath my skirt.
I tie his other hand the same way I did the first, then sit back and admire him. His mussed hair, his undone shirt, his hands tied over his head. I know full well he could easily release himself, but he doesn’t try. The way he submits himself to my control makes me feel powerful.
He looks up at his hands then back at me, a devilish grin on his lips. “Looks like I’m at your mercy, Miss Emmert. What are you going to do with me?”
“Use you,” I answer, a little timidly.
“That’s right, baby. Yes you are. Show daddy how you like to be fucked.” He lifts his hips an inch, and the pressure of his hardness against my core makes me gasp.
Reaching down, I continue unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the dark blond curls peppering his chiseled torso. I lean forward and press my lips to his chest.