worked with Rain, so this was a bad idea. A really bad idea and she was going to get up, put her dress back on and go find some safety pins to hold the bodice up.
“Stand up.” His low command shot through her as if it was a hundred fingers stroking her all at once, moving in concert until she was ready to come—with one simple order. She wasn’t going to obey his commands, she told herself, but the challenging look in his eyes made her pussy clench with need.
Gulping in a breath, she pushed back on her toes and stood, the dangerously high heels making her almost as tall as him.
Rain stepped forward, coming closer until the hard tips of her breasts brushed against his chest.
Desperately needing oxygen to counteract her swirling thoughts, she took a long, deep breath. The movement tickled her nipples against his shirt and sent new shivers down her spine. It joined the resident jitters in her pussy and deepened the ache.
“I, uh, I—” She looked up, finding the courage to face his stare. She’d expected laughter when he’d turned around, mockery, sarcasm. Never would she have expected sexual heat and sensual commands. Commands her body wanted to follow.
Rain’s eyes bored into hers, silencing her attempts to explain. He stepped back, crossed his arms across his chest and stared, assessing her coolly, until Cait began to squirm. She struggled not to hide behind her hands. But standing there, under fluorescent lights, she felt every one of her extra ten, fifteen pounds. The pounds she’d battled all her life and was firmly resolved to get rid of some day.
“You’re not to move unless I tell you to, Caitlyn.” His tone was so firm—almost reprimanding—and the sound curled into her body, heating her from the inside. Liquid trickled down the inside of her pussy lips and she was thankful she’d worn real panties. A thong would have done nothing to capture her moisture.
“Now, turn around. I want to see your ass.”
The band constricting her chest moved up to her throat. Her ass? No way. Hours on the stair climber and it was still too big.
“Turn around, Caitlyn. Let me see you.” The power in his voice was too much for her to ignore and slowly she turned. Her knees trembled so hard she was surprised she didn’t fall as she faced away from him. “Lovely.”
She tensed as a single hot finger ran a path down the center of her spine, sliding over her panties, teasing the split between her ass cheeks with a delicate touch. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I can imagine feeling this pretty ass pressed against me as I fuck you from behind. Holding your hips so I can plow deep into your cunt. You’ll feel every inch of me that way.” His finger made the return trip up, setting fire to that thin line of her back.
Her weakened knees wavered and she grabbed the coat rack to steady herself. She held on as he stroked her. It was such a light touch, there was no way she should have felt it as deeply as she did, but every whispered caress of his finger seemed to slip beneath her skin and warm her pussy. Her back arched forward, not to escape him, but to press her ass back. He grunted as she connected.
“Oh yeah, baby, we’re going to get to that…but later.” His voice was close, his lips teasing her ear as he spoke. “When I have enough time to fuck you. Because once I have that sweet ass pressed into me, I’m going to ride you long and hard.”
She whimpered, unable to control the sound or the images in her head. The wicked words were creating palpable sensations in her body, until she wanted to bend forward, beg him to fuck her, just as he said—hard, deep, long.
She knew it made no sense—moments ago she’d been telling herself to ignore him and now she was practically naked and aching to feel him inside her.
“Turn around, Cait.”
Prying her fingers from the coat rack, she completed the circle, turning around to face him. He tilted his head and placed his lips against her ear.
“You didn’t