he saw peeking from beneath her hiked up skirt that she might want it even more than he did.
Maybe it was jealousy over how she’d hurt him. Perhaps even revenge over the fact that she’d been the only woman he’d ever let in, to only be thrown away. Whatever the cause for his wicked idea, he couldn’t help but want to push this once-sweet girl to see just what she was willing to do to get him to fuck her.
He wrapped his fingers around his cock and slowly stroked it, careful to not entice the built-up pressure too much. Just looking at her, he was already ready to come. No way was he going to let her have the satisfaction of knowing he was dying for her.
“Sit up, Sandi,” he told her. “Undress yourself.”
Somehow, her eyes grew even larger. How could his sweet little Sandi, now the sexy seductress in front of him, suddenly become so shy? Wasn’t she the one who came to a BDSM pleasure palace to learn how to become a true submissive?
No. No way was he going to buy that she was actually some bashful little girl shocked by what he had said. She wanted to learn what it was truly like to become dominated. Well, teach her he would.
“Did you not hear me? I said sit up, and take off your clothes.”
A moment passed with still no movement from her. She just lay there, still, staring at him.
“Do we have a problem?”
His authoritative tone must have gotten his point across because she slowly started to move. He watched her curiously. It still seemed as though it must have been a bad dream. For days, weeks, and months after she left, he would ache for her. Need to have her. All of that seemed to be a distant memory as she knelt here before him now.
As he watched her slide her spaghetti straps down her arms, he had to stop massaging himself at the sight of her hardened nipples as the top slid down to her stomach.
Jesus! She had always been like a goddess in his memories. Staring at those rosy buds with the center nubs darting out at him, begging him to suck on them, he realized those memories didn’t do her justice.
Needing to break the silence and not his restraint, he spoke to her. “Take it all off. I want you completely naked.”
He was surprised when she didn’t hesitate this time. She pulled the tank top over her head and slid the short, flowing skirt down her thighs, moving her knees out of them and throwing her clothes onto the floor to join the pile they had already started.
How on earth his dick had become harder, he wasn’t sure, but he was fairly sure he was close to exploding if he didn’t have her soon. He couldn’t though. Not yet. He had to show her. Prove to her who was in control.
Steadying his breath, he spoke to her in a deep and gravelly tone. “Now crawl over here and suck on me.”
No way would she do it. Not his Sandi. He was sure she would leap from the bed crying of humiliation and run to the—oh shit. She was on all fours crawling toward him. Images of orgies painted by Michelangelo danced through his head. Erotic and sinful images that, as a boy, he used to stare at in the public library when he first learned what it was like to get aroused. And here, right now, his Sandi looked more amazing than those images ever were.
His eyes closed, and his head dropped back as he absorbed the first warm swipe of her tongue. The heat that that touch brought almost set him afire. Attempting to calm his breathing, he still hadn’t been prepared for what he felt when her soft, luscious lips wrapped around him and slid from the tip down to the base.
Holy shit! He was going to come. Already. He was within seconds of shooting his seed down her throat, something he had never done to her.
He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to bury his cock in her tight heat. He needed that.
Hell, if he had a choice though, he couldn’t pull her sweet mouth off of his cock if the Apocalypse was upon them.
“That’s it, baby. Yes.” He wrapped his hands at the base of her skull and began guiding