Would she submit? Or fight? Could she give him the ultimate gift of her trust?
Excited need drove him to forge ahead, without the careful negotiations and guidelines western women generally expected in such arrangements. "Since I am the one with all of the experience, I will lead you. You will do as I say. Say yes if you agree to this, or no, if you don't. But know that once you agree, I will not stop. I will not stop until you are screaming my name and clawing my flesh in unfettered passion." He watched her go from angry to breathless arousal in the space of a heartbeat.
Her eyelids lowered with desire and her cheeks flared with heat. The concept might be new to her, but instinct drove her to accept his domination.
"Yes. Or no," he said again, his voice as hard as his aching cock.
Several seconds passed before she whispered her reply. "Yes."
Excitement erupted in Lesedi. He had fantasized making tender love to her with all the gentle passion her virginity dictated. But this…this was like dessert before dinner. "You can start by undressing for me. Slowly."
The situation suddenly turned very combative. She was his captive, to be conquered. He was her captor, with desire as his weapon. And he planned to use it ruthlessly to achieve his objective, to have her drowning in need for him.
Independent nature or not, she complied, movements jerky and all virgin.
He almost regretted his demand. Removing that soft dress himself would tantalize him to distraction. He would make time for that later.
Desire made his cock throb hard. She was his. He would be the first and only to taste and touch and sink his cock into her paradise. He would mark her sweet body with a passion she would never recover from. Nor he.
Lesedi angled his head, gaze roaming her naked body with hot possession. "Turn." Monumental need forced the word out as a harsh growl.
Rather than flinch from his aggressive tone, she obeyed with a delicate sweetness until her firm ass stared at him. She was wide in the hips and narrow in the waist. Sheer perfection. It made him crave to see his cock buried in her while gripping her waist, her cute ass facing him.
"Come here." His voice cracked like a youth stealing his first touch of female flesh. Insane proof that he had been too long without a woman. The voice in the back of his mind brutally corrected the thought. He had gone too long without Miya. No other would do.
She looked over her shoulder, warm brown eyes glowing. His cock jerked at the angelic image she presented. She came to him, covering her secrets with shy hands, and paused a foot away.
"Never hide what is mine from me, Miya. Lower your hands." He would fall to pieces if she did not reveal herself to him.
She complied, slow and shy, eyes lowered. A deep breath gave her the courage to move her arm and reveal the most utterly exquisite breasts in the world, delectable pink tips straining toward his chest.
Lesedi had to call on the same iron detachment that allowed him to carry out some of his more nefarious business deals. Otherwise he would have devoured her on the spot. He fought back a moan. "Undo my pants."
She met his gaze for a short instant, then lowered her eyes once more.
Lesedi watched, breathing carefully, as her small hands opened his belt then worked at his pants. The sound of his zipper going down slowly was barely audible over the harshness of his breath. God, the woman was driving him to desperation.
He bit his lip, trying to regain some sense of the control he was dangerously near losing, and pushed his jeans down, while leaving his black underwear in place. Standing before her like that, with only the thin silk of his boxers between them, had a maddening effect on Lesedi. His hips surged toward her and her little whimper nearly undid him. He stroked his cock. "Do you want to see?" His hoarse whisper betrayed his hope.
Tiny beads of sweat appeared at the edge of her forehead and she licked her lips and nodded.
Something eerily like self-consciousness assailed him as he pulled his underwear down over his impossibly huge erection. What if she were frightened? Or worse, repulsed?
Her low moan and half-closed eyes said she was neither frightened nor repulsed. More like fascinated. Starved.
"Touch it." His voice broke with desire.
Her lips parted in an enraptured expression, breasts rising and falling beneath the tightest and pinkest peaks. Beautiful. He needed to know if her secrets held that delicate color.
She reached with her index finger and touched the top ridge, making it jump. She gasped and slowly drew her finger over him until Lesedi's breath escaped in a rush. She looked up at him when her finger encountered the sensitive top and he choked back a groan. The look on her face was one of wonder. But the brave little explorer peeking through her heated gaze set him on fire.