“On your knees,” she ordered, her voice low, commanding.
I obeyed, dropping to the floor, my heart pounding, my cock already stirring.
She stepped back, her slip dress clinging to her curves, and pulled it over her head, letting it fall like a whisper. She was bare underneath, her nipples tight, her thighs parted just enough to make my mouth water.
I reached for her, but she swatted my hand away, her voice sharp. “No. Not until I say.”
I froze, my breath catching, enthralled by her control, her power.
“Fuck me with your mouth,” she said, her voice a sultry command, her eyes locked on mine.
I leaned in, my hands hovering, waiting for her permission.
“Kiss my thighs,” she ordered, and I did, my lips soft against her skin, tasting salt and heat.
I kissed higher, slower, my tongue tracing the curve where her thigh met her hip, her gasp sharp above me.
“Lick me,” she said, her voice steady, and I obeyed, my tongue gliding over her folds, slow and deliberate, savoring her sweetness. She moaned, her hands fisting my hair, guiding me, but when I tried to suck her clit, she pushed my head back.
“Not yet,” she said, her voice firm. “Slow. Just your tongue.”
I groaned, my cock straining against my jeans, but I complied, licking her in long, languid strokes, her taste flooding my senses. Her hips rocked, her moans louder, and she ordered, “Circle my clit. Soft.”
I did, my tongue teasing, her body trembling under my touch.
“Harder,” she said, and I pressed firmer, her gasps sharp, her thighs quaking. I wanted to grab her hips, to pull her closer, but she sensed it, swatting my hands away.
“No touching,” she said, her voice a whip, and I obeyed, enthralled, amazed by her command.
“Now suck,” she ordered, and I closed my lips around her clit, sucking gently, then harder as she moaned, “More.”
Her hands tightened in my hair, her body arching, and I worked her, my tongue flicking, my lips pulling, until she cried out, her orgasm crashing through her, her thighs clamping around my face, her taste flooding my mouth.
I didn’t stop, didn’t dare, until she gasped, “Enough.”
She pulled me to my feet, her eyes blazing, her breath fast.
“Take off your clothes,” she ordered, and I stripped, my shirt, jeans, and boxers hitting the floor, my cock hard and ready, her gaze raking over me.
“Put your cock in my hand,” she said, her voice low, commanding, and I stepped closer, guiding myself into her palm. Her fingers closed around me, tight and warm, stroking slow, and I groaned, my head tipping back.
“Do you like it?” she asked, her voice sultry, her eyes locked on mine.
“Fuck, yes,” I rasped, my hips twitching.
“Do you like it when I tell you what to do?” she asked, her stroke slowing, teasing.
“I do,” I said, my voice rough, my body hers.
“Good,” she said, her smile wicked. “Lie on the bed.”
I obeyed, stretching out on the sheets, my heart pounding. She climbed over me, straddling my thighs, her hands pinning my wrists above my head.
“Don’t move,” she ordered, and I stayed still, my breath fast, my cock aching.
She leaned down, her lips brushing my chest, her tongue flicking my nipple, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me.
“Bite me,” I said, but she shook her head, her voice firm.
