“You’ll get her back when I’m done.” She palms me through my jeans, and I bite back a groan. I’m already going hard for her, and she grins against my skin. “I don’t know if there'll be anything left of you for her though.”
“Oh yeah?” I choke on the taunting words when she runs her palm back up the length of me, just enough pressure to make my cock twitch.
“Yeah. I have every intention of using every last drop up.”
“Fucking hell, Zeph.” I breathe her name like a prayer because I don’t know if I’m prepared for this version of her.
“Ah, ah,” she tuts. “You don’t get to say my name. Not until you earn it back.” She kisses my neck one last time, and then her hands fall to my belt, working the buckle to undo it.
“How do I do that?”
“Following instructions. Doing what I say, when I say it. I don’t want to have to punish you for not listening, you know?” Her eyes lift to meet mine as she tosses my belt to the ground, and her fingers nimbly work their way over the button on my jeans.
“Got it.” I nod. I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking hard in my life. No woman has ever been brave enough to try this on me.
“Yes, ma’am.” She pauses as she drags my zipper down, looking me dead in the eye when she says it.
“Yes, ma’am.” I repeat it back to her, and her lips quiver with amusement.
“That’s good.” She finishes her work on the zipper, and her hands go to the waistband of my jeans and boxer briefs. She tugs them down, sliding them off my hips and down my thighs. “And this is even better,” she murmurs softly, her lip rolling between her teeth again as she reaches for me. She wraps her hand around me, and the softness of her palm drags down the length of my cock. It feels like fucking heaven, given how tight she’s got me wound up already. So good I let out a soft whimper before I can stop myself. Her eyes light up at the sound.
“Oh, you’re going to be so good for me, aren’t you?” She strokes me again, and I try to cover the next one, but she drawsit out of me anyway. Her smile spreads as my hips jolt forward of their own accord. “I need you ready for me. I won’t last very long. Not with how big you are. How wet you make me. But you know that, don’t you?”
“Fuck.” I take in a sharp breath when her other hand cups my balls, and she strokes her thumb up and down, squeezing gently while she keeps up a slow, steady pace on my cock.
“Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone know the big bad wolf likes to be put on a leash sometimes.” She drags her lips up my throat, from the base of my neck all the way up to my ear. “It’ll be our little secret.”
“Fuck me,” I curse, closing my eyes. Apparently, that’s all I’ve got right now. A series of curses and whimpers. She’s already got me so focused on listening to her. I can’t even think straight.
“You’re right. We should get the first one out of the way. Take the edge off for you.” She lets me go momentarily, studying me as if she’s deciding if I’m worthy of her. The loss of her touch nearly kills me. I lean my head back and look up at the faded blue of the sky, closing my eyes as she gives me one last stroke to make sure I’m ready before she takes what she wants.
“Sit down.” She breaks the silence, and my eyes snap open to see the serious look on her face as she orders me into place. I have to move carefully, twist my wrists a little, and grip the rope as I move to a seated position. “Lean back against the fence.” Another order from her follows, and I do as she says.
She grins down at me once I’m in position, my hands still wrapped around the rope and my arms spread wide. I can feel the rough, dry grass against my ass and upper thighs, and my mind drifts for a moment before I see her reach under her skirt. She pulls her panties down her long legs, taking her time like she wants to make me suffer. She lets them pool in the grass and steps out of them one leg at a time. It feels like I'm watching her in slow motion, like none of this can be real.
She walks over the top of me, one boot on either side of my thighs until she hits her knees and tucks her feet under, lifting her skirt and dropping it neatly around me. She hovers over my dick, a sincere look in her eyes as she searches my face.
“Should we have a safe word?”
“I won’t need one.” This woman could ride my cock raw if she wanted, and I’d just beg for more from her.
“You might. You don’t know what I’m capable of.” There’s a sly little grin teasing at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes flash with amusement.
“I don't, but I’m a fast learner,” I counter.
“Just in case. We should. Do you have one you like?”
I shake my head. “Never needed one.”
“Hmm.” She presses her lips together, and her eyes wander skyward as she thinks. A smile breaks across her beautiful face, and she looks at me in amusement. “How about confess?”
I shake my head with a smile, remembering that vulnerable, sweet voice behind the wall of the confessional. Wondering if it’s this very scenario she was conjuring up at night. I wouldn’t hate it if it were.
“You’re a wicked little thing, you know that, sweetheart?”
“Is that a yes?” She refuses to be deterred.
“Confess it is,” I agree.
