A shiver racked my body, and I couldn’t get to my feet fast enough. There was something to be said for entrusting your care to a Dominant—simply shutting off your brain, focused only on obeying, knowing they had your needs at the forefront of their mind.
Tony’s intense green-gold eyes held mine as my heart hammered in my chest. Mere inches separated us, the closeness setting my body on fire. If he deemed our evening over right now, I would leave satisfied with the knowledge that I gave him pleasure, accepting there was a reason he denied mine—perhaps as a punishment for reaching out when he’d been firm in his declaration that our last encounter was a one-time deal.
Thankfully, that idea was dispelled when the pads of his fingertips dragged up my thigh. Giving myself over to the sensations his touch provided, I held his stare, even as his hand slipped under the short hem of my dress. Reaching the curve of my hip, he groaned at the discovery that I wore nothing underneath.
“Fuck, Ari,” he breathed, closing his captivating eyes for a second before training them on me yet again. “When you gethome, destroy any panties you have. I want to know you’re always like this—ready and accessible for me.”
Never breaking eye contact, my voice was clear in my response. “Yes, Sir.”
It didn’t matter if this was the last time and our unspoken arrangement was temporary—I was compelled to obey. The same compulsion kept me from seeking personal pleasure these past two months as his dominance extended past our time shared in this dim room. I couldn’t quite explain it, but there was something different about Tony, and his commands became law even when he wasn’t around.
Pleased, his hand traveled across my hip bone before cupping between my thighs. It took every ounce of strength I had not to thrust my hips into his touch when he dipped a single digit into the wetness he found there. A barely-there circle over my sensitive and throbbing clit had my breath catching in my throat before he ventured further, coating his finger with my arousal.
All too soon, he withdrew his hand from between my legs, holding it up between us. A smirk crossed his lips as he teased in a playful tone, “Fair’s fair. You got a taste, so now it’s my turn.” He drew that same finger between his lips and sucking it, savoring the flavor unique to me.
I locked my knees, desperate to stay upright. The sight of him enjoying the taste of me was breathtakingly erotic. I licked my lips, willing him to kiss me before the remnants left his tongue.
Either not reading the subtle cue or simply not caring about my wants, focused more on my needs, he withdrew the finger from his mouth before reaching down with both hands and pulling the dress over my head, leaving me only in my heels. Cool air rushed over my heated skin, raising goosebumps across my flesh.
Crowding my space, he took a step forward, forcing me to take a step backward—not an easy task in heels—causing me tostumble slightly. A strong arm like an iron band looped around my lower back, keeping me upright, as he continued to force my backward journey until the back of my knees bumped against the side of the bed in the center of the room.
A gentle hand on my shoulder, and my knees finally gave as I dropped onto the silk sheets. Two strong hands cupped my face, and Tony leaned down until our foreheads touched, his lips a breath away from mine. If I tilted my head up just a fraction of an inch, I could capture those lips, but I wouldn’t—not without permission first.
His hot breath fanned my face as he whispered, “I’m going to let you have your hands tonight, but you’re going to put them to good use.”
My response was automatic. “Yes, Sir.”
Pulling back, he rose to his full height. God, he was so tall that it made me feel delicate when he stood before me, and I had to crane my neck to look up at him. His gaze raked over my body, so intense that it felt like a physical caress. He knew what he wanted to do to me but wanted to make me squirm.
Spoiler alert—it was working.
I wanted nothing more than to shift my hips to ease the ache between my thighs, but I kept my body still, awaiting my next instruction.
Tony dropped into the armchair facing the side of the bed, and that’s when I noticed his cock was still out. A small smile graced his lips when he saw my gaze shift, and he gripped his length that had begun hardening again, stroking it lazily. Last time, he’d activated the blindfold built into my mask, so this was my first time seeing him.
When I’d been on my knees earlier, it was like staring down the barrel of a gun, and my eyes nearly crossed trying to focus on what lay before me. Now, I had a perfect view, and while hewasn’t the biggest I’d ever encountered, I knew he knew how to use it, and that was all that mattered.
Just remembering the pleasure he’d wrung from my body during our last time in this room caused a moan to slip past my lips. That was enough to jar Tony from the trance his self-caress had created.
Eyes flashing, his tone brooked no argument as he ordered, “Lay back.”
His authoritative tone shot straight to my core, adding to the throbbing there I could no longer ignore. Ready and eager to obey, I scooched my butt back, one of my heels dropping to the floor as my feet left the ground.
Growling, Tony barked out, “Heels stay on.”
Fuck, that was hot.
Slipping the errant heel back on, I pulled my body onto the bed more carefully. I laid flat, awaiting further instruction as my chest heaved in anticipation.
“Ass to the edge of the bed, facing me. Knees bent so your heels touch your bottom, legs spread.”
God help me. His words alone had me struggling to hold my climax at bay. Tonight was proving to be the ultimate test of my submission, and we’d barely begun. Getting into the position he described, I was laid bare and open for his perusal.
“Touch yourself.”
I barely heard the words he said so low over the sounds of my heart hammering in my chest.
Taking a shaky breath, I slid a hand over my torso, past my belly button, and between my thighs. He wanted a show, and I wanted to please him, so I dove right in, slipping two fingers into my slippery heat, penetrating myself as he watched.
