“What? Why would I?” He asks, taking a step back and raising one eyebrow at me.
“I don’t know. Maybe you wanted to see if they were doing their job…” I say, feeling more and more unsure of what I’m saying. Christ, why did I even bring this up? I’m feeling more foolish by the second. He bridges the distance between the two of us, his hands on my waist as he grins at me.
“Why in the hell are you even asking these questions, Ash?” He’s right, you know? Why am I grilling him like this? They said the same thing, but that was just a stupid coincidence, right? Right?
“I… I don’t know,” I reply, sighing and looking up into his eyes. “It was just something silly, it doesn’t matter. What matters,” I continue, placing my hand against his chest, “is that I’m here right now.”
“Oh, yes, you are. And I’m going to make sure that coming here was the best decision you made today,” he grins at me, pulling me in and pressing his mouth against mine. I close my eyes, reacting by instinct and surrendering to his kiss, his tongue sliding inside my mouth and dancing around mine in soft circles. His hands go from my waist to my ass and, grabbing it harshly, he squeezes both my cheeks in such a way that I pull back from his kiss, sighing heavily. We’re just kissing, and I already want him inside of me, his thick cock pulsing against my insides. Why do I become such a wet mess whenever our bodies are pressed together?
I reach for his cock, my fingers curling around his thick shape but, before I can grab it as harshly as I want, he stops me. He grabs my wrist and takes my hand out of his crotch, a devious grin on his lips.
“No,” he simply says, pulling back from me and taking one step back, his eyes never leaving mine. “This time, you’ll do what I tell you to, when I tell you to.” I’m taken aback by his words, boiling blood raging through my veins, but I manage to nod at him. I almost say “yes, sir,” but I caught myself before I did it. “You’ll obey, and you’ll only come when I tell you to come. Understood?” I shiver, King Henry's whispers of dominance during our calls turning something very, very real right in front of my eyes.#p#分页标题#e#
“Yes, Arsen,” I tell him, my heart starting to gallop. His grins turns wider and, the moment he speaks, my heart almost jumps right out of my chest.
“No, don’t call me Arsen. You’ll call me… sir.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, the words tumbling out of my lips easily. I lick my lips, suddenly feeling dizzy. Am I really talking with him as I talk to Henry? What’s going on here? And why am I getting wetter and wetter?
“Good,” he continues, that maddening smirk on his lips. I have to fight hard against the urge to just walk toward him and rip his clothes out of his body, push him into the ground and ease myself on his huge cock. But, only God knows how, I manage to restrain myself.
Turning his back to me, Arsen walks across the living room and sits on his couch, crossing his legs and leaning back as his eyes wander up and down my body, mentally peeling off my skirt and blouse.
“Come closer,” he tells me, my feet immediately carrying me toward him until he tells me to stop. “Good. Now, take your blouse off.”
My fingers dart to the hem of my blouse and I pull it out over my head, throwing it somewhere on the floor. I want to keep going, to unfasten my bra and let him see my breasts and hard nipples… But, obedient, I wait for his commands. I know—what the hell happened to me? I’ve never been one to care about the whole bedroom dominance thing… But since Arsen and King Henry entered my life, I can’t help but crave it. And to think that I was used to being the dominant one, in and out of the bedroom!
“Now your bra,” he continues, and my fingers going to my back, obediently unhooking my tight lace bra. I push the straps down my shoulders and arms, the cups slowly drooping over my breasts; I tremble slightly as I feel the fabric brushing against my hard nipples before finally falling down to the floor, his eyes immediately hiking down from my face to my tits. Even from here, I can see the hunger in his eyes, and more than that, I can see the gigantic bulge inside of his pants. There’s no better feeling in the world than to know that a man like Arsen is taking this much pleasure just from seeing my breasts, that’s for sure. “Grab your tits, Ash. I want you to play with your nipples.”
I don’t even think about it. I grab my breasts eagerly, squeezing the soft flesh between my fingers before I brush the palm of my hand over my nipples. I bite my lower lip, taking one hard tip between my thumb and index finger and gently rubbing it. I bite my lip harder, but it’s stronger than me. I part my lips and let a soft moan fall from my mouth, my body burning in a state of frenzied desire and anticipation. Arsen is playing me like a maestro plays his orchestra, and he knows it.