“I… I thought we weren’t doing this here?”
His hands stilled at the waistband of her plain, white cotton panties. “One of the rules to this game is that you must place your trust in me. If I give you an order, you obey. If not, you are punished. Right now, I order you to not question my directions. If you aren’t willing to play by the rules, we can end this here and now, and you can walk out this door without getting a chance to experience the sensual delights in store for both of us.”
Heart hammering, she stared up at him wordlessly for a moment. His countenance was expressionless, smooth, but his eyes were hot with the promise of those sensual delights just around the corner. A large part of her, the coward that kept her from exploring her sexual side as a woman, that bound her within the confines of her apartment when she was outside of work, begged her to get off the table and walk away. But the other part of her, the one that longed for excitement, adventure, for sexual fulfillment, demanded she stay. It was that part of her that, deep down inside, made her realize she would deeply regret passing up this opportunity.
“I will stay.”
“Good.” He smiled, then slid her panties off. “No,” he murmured when she tried to close her legs. “I want to see you.”
Pressing her palms hard against the desk, she held her breath as he spread her legs wide, exposing her most private area to his gaze. Her legs trembled as she fought against the impulse to snap them shut—she’d had sex before, but the few encounters had been sloppy and quick. She had little experience with foreplay.
“Beautiful.” His fingers gently stroked her dark blond curls, sending her muscles aquiver for different reasons now. They moved down to her lips, and she could feel her core heat. “Already wet. By the time we’re done tonight you’ll be dripping for me. Begging for me. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good.” He lifted a black, lacy thong out of the box, then clipped a small device to the inside of it before sliding it up her legs. He adjusted the string around her hips and squeezed her ass cheeks lightly, his fingers digging in and massaging. She could feel the cold metal of the device right up against her clitoris. “You’re wearing a remote-controlled vibrator right now,” he explained, holding up a small, black remote to prove his words. “You’ll keep it on at all times when you are wearing clothing, even when you are not with me.”
“All the time?” When he arched an eyebrow, she lowered her eyes. “I mean, yes, of course.”’
He lifted her chin with the tip of a single finger. “That means when you’re at home on the couch, watching TV, or sitting at the front desk answering phones at work. It will serve as a constant reminder, so that you’re always thinking of me, always ready for me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said, a breathless note to her voice this time at the images he was putting into her head.
“Very good.” Removing his hands from her hips, he brought them up to her blouse and undid the buttons. Her blouse and bra went fluttering to the floor where her skirt lay, and she bit her lip as he slid his warm palms beneath her breasts, hefting them in each hands. She gasped when he tweaked her nipples, then licked her lips when he pulled a column of fluid black silk from the box and slipped it over her head.
“Stand up.” She did as he asked, and he smoothed the dress over her hips, her thighs, the curve of her ass. It was a little black dress with a short, ruffled skirt that barely reached the end of her fingertips when she let her arms hang to the sides
There was enough support built into the bodice to accentuate and lift her breasts and so she tried not to be worried about the fact that it was strapless. Altogether it showed off far more of her skin than she’d ever done before.
“Gorgeous.” He came around behind her, his fingers sliding against the column of her neck as he fastened a black onyx choker around it, then fixed a matching pair of dangling earrings in her lobes. Each touch was like a brand, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Her attention was so completely fixated on what he was doing that her knees buckled when the vibrator suddenly sprang to life, pulsing against her clit and sending bone-melting sensation through her body. A small cry escaped her lips as he hauled her up against him, and she could feel his erection pressing up against the curve of her ass.
“Now, now,” he murmured, his lips touching her earlobe. “I can’t have you doing that in public. People will wonder what’s wrong, and what will you tell them?”
Her cheeks burned at the thought. “W-will we be g-going to a place with lots of people?” she managed, though it was incredibly hard to formulate words with the vibrator still vibrating against her clit. She tried to lock her knees so that she wouldn’t fall over when he let her go.#p#分页标题#e#