She reached for the button of her skirt, lowered the zipper, and slid the soft fabric over her hips and legs until it pooled on the floor at her feet. With his gaze likely boring into her backside, she lifted her blouse over her head and tossed it to the end of the couch. She waited for him to say something, even strained to hear his breathing, before she continued. Instead the silence thickened and somehow made it easier for her to go on.
When her bra fell to the ground and her breasts sprang free, she moaned. Cool air rushed over her elongated and erect nipples making them ache more than before. Tension coiled in her stomach and between her thighs. He hadn’t said a word and she was already shaking. The muscles of her thighs quivered as she contemplated what to do next. He’d said on her knees but not seeing his reaction was killing her.
“May I turn?” She held her breath.
“No.”
The one word response startled her. This was it. The next move was completely up to her. She could either comply with his demands or end it now. Who was she kidding? She’d come this far…
Maggie bent to the floor and as gracefully as possible got down on her knees. She tried to keep perfectly still as she waited for Tucker to instruct her further. What she wanted to do was turn, check to see if he was actually still interested. Maybe he’d changed his mind when she’ d removed her clothing. She hadn’t exactly kept up with her exercise schedule.
“Is this hard for you, little one? Sitting still and waiting for your Dom to tell you what’s next?”
Her Dom? Her stomach quivered at the thought. This was really happening. “I’m fine,” she answered. What a lie.
A firm hand nudged at her back until she gave in to the pressure and allowed him to press her head to the floor.
“Are you now?” His hand reached under her bottom, one finger sliding through the increased moisture of her sex. “You’re certainly wet.”
Maggie had no response. What the hell could she say? He had the evidence of her desire on his fingers. With one hand on her back holding her to the ground and the other exploring her pussy, she’d pretty much give anything if he’d fuck her now. The need for him to take her quick and hard for his pleasure speared through her like lightening. Unfortunately his hand wandered down her thigh and behind her knee.
“Don’t pretend to be tougher than you are. With me you are free to be the woman inside. There is no judgment in these walls. Today you’ll learn there is nothing, no response, no emotion that you can hide from me. I’ll take and you’ll give with no restraint. The pleasure will be ours. Together.”
The pit of Maggie’s stomach quivered. For the tenth time since she’d left her house she was certain she’d jumped off the face of a cliff with no safety cord. By now fear should have paralyzed her and instead she practically melted into the floor. In the back of her mind she heard the distinct sound of leather sliding against leather and imagined Tucker removing his belt. She tried to sit and found his grip tighter than she expected. She’d not moved an inch. She turned her head to the side and hoped upon hope to catch something from the corner of her eye.
Frustrated, she blew out a hard breath. He might as well have blindfolded her. The sound of his zipper came next, torturing her senses. In her mind’s eye she saw Tucker reach into his pants and draw out his thick, hard penis until it jutted boldly from his hips. Would he remove the slacks or fuck her as is with his pants on and her body folded on the ground.
She cried out when her pussy muscles clenched violently. With her breath sawing in and out of her lungs as she tried to control her reactions, a thick finger breached the tight opening of her sex. This time he wasn’t light and easy. He thrusted roughly inside her, creating sharp friction that nearly sent her careening over the edge. Oh God. So close.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she whimpered, her hips gyrating against his hand. “Tucker, I—ohh—I…”
Seconds later she found her body pinned in place by his legs as he towered over her. Then his chest was against her back and his free hand wrapped underneath her. Instead of touching her clit like she’d hoped, he brushed against her stomach in a trail to her breast. There he grasped a nipple and pinched. Delicious torment that grew tighter and tighter until… “Owwww!” she screamed. Blinding pain swept through her nipple and breast in a direct line to her pussy. There the heat gave way to pleasure and her body drew taught. So much pleasure, so much more still not there. Only a little more and she’d fly free.
His fingers eased on her nipple and she didn’t know whether to sigh a breath of relief or cry for the injustice of it all. She didn’t have long to consider before he moved to the other nipple and repeated the same move. Another scream tore through her throat and she bucked wildly against his hand.