I melted right into him. His lips burned me with an intensity that dragged me from coherent thought. I lifted my arms to put them around his neck, but he captured them, not breaking off the kiss, and pinned them behind my back. Our bodies pressed more firmly together, his erection pressing against my hip. I had never been kissed with so much heat and desire before.
He pulled away, giving my lips one last small lick as he did so, and buried his gaze into mine. His hands slid up into my hair, holding my head firmly in place. He’d had a drink before he came to me, I could smell the whiskey on his breath. But he wasn't’ drunk. No, far from it. This man was all control, every ounce of him.
“Take off your clothes.” He growled, not letting go of my hair. I searched his eyes, sure he was joking. If he didn’t let go of me, how the hell was I supposed to do what he said?
“You’ll let have to loosen your grip, there big boy.” I grinned and moved my hands to his wrists. He gave me a little shake. Not hard, but with enough force for me to know who was in charge again, and it sure as hell wasn’t me. I would have screamed at him, if my cheeks didn’t heat up with a blush and my body would stop reacting to his macho man act. It was no act, though. I could see that. He only knew one way, his way.
“Figure it out.” He gave a casual shrug.
When I didn’t move, he pulled on my hair. “Ow, stop it.” I swung my foot at him, but made no contact. Instead, he spun me around and pushed me over the side of my bed. Before I could struggle, he had my yoga pants pulled down to my knees and was applying hard slaps to both of my ass cheeks. I wiggled, I bucked, I tried to push up, but his hand just kept falling and igniting a fire in my backside. “Okay! Okay!” I felt tears in my eyes, but it was the wetness between my legs that had me more concerned.
“Okay, what?” He stopped punishing my ass and ran his hand over my hot skin. I hadn’t worn panties, I wish I’d worn panties. If he moved his fingers a little further down, he’d know how hot he was really making me.
“I’ll take my clothes off.” I couldn’t look over my shoulder at him, he still had one fist in my hair, pushing me down on the mattress.
“Yes, you will.” He gave me another half dozen swats to my already tender ass before pulling me back to my feet. “Does your ass hurt?” His snarling grin should have frightened me, I’d seen similar expressions on the members just before they beat the hell out of their prey.
“Yes,” I answered with my chin thrust up at him. His smile widened.
“Good. Now, do what I said and take your clothes off.”
I managed to kick out of my pants since they were already nearly at my ankles, but my shirt was a challenge. I slid my arms out of the sleeves and wiggled it up around my neck. Figuring he’d have to move his hand, I looked up at him. An arched brow answered my question and I left my shirt dangling around my neck. My bra unclasped easily enough and slid down my arms, but I still had no idea about what to do about my shirt. He finally saw reason and let go of my head, and yanked the shirt over for me.
“Get on the bed, spread your legs.” He nodded toward my bed. I managed to climb into position, but kept my legs closed. He hadn't even taken off his shirt yet. “What did I say? Is everything going to be a challenge with you today?” He bent over and easily pried my legs open, shoving my knees toward my chest. Before I could give a good come back, he slapped the insides of my thighs twice.
“Aagh!” I wanted to shut my legs, but he gripped my knees and peered down at me.
“I forgot my ropes again.” He gave me a wink that told me if he ever did get around to bringing those around, I would be in serious trouble. “So you’ll have to be a really good girl and keep your legs open for me. If you don’t, if you move, there’s going to be consequences.” A strand of blond hair fell in front of his forehead, giving him a slightly less menacing look, but not enough to tempt me to disobey.
“Okay.” I nodded. His hands felt warm on my knees, and I wanted him to move them down my thighs, lower still until he was touching all of me.
He slid back on the bed, until his face was only a breath away from my pussy and I squirmed just at the thought of what he was going to do. No man had put his mouth there in months, maybe years. I didn’t even remember when my last boyfriend was, relationships and I didn’t mix well.
I looked down the length of my body at where he looked up at me. He gave me another wink before leaning forward and sucking my already tender clit into his mouth. I thrust my fingers into my own hair, clutching my locks as his tongue swirled all around me. He licked between my labia, down to my entrance. He circled my opening and smiled up at me when I tried to arch up and get his tongue inside of me. I needed him inside. How could this man make me so damn hot for him with such little effort?