Sean stared up at her from his position on the floor.
God, she was gorgeous with a tinge of rose on her brown skin, drawing him like a moth to her flame.
She could do anything she wanted to him and he would still be okay with it. Whatever she wanted, whatever it took. He would give it to her.
"I hate you." She hit his thigh.
"You should," he said.
"You're disgusting. You disgust me." The next slap was across his face. Sweet pain.
He couldn't explain why he loved this. Was it because he could tell what she kept bottled under her skin? Delicious frustration that she let out only around him. Intimate and personal.
Or maybe it was because he spent all of his time being the authority, the big brother, the leader. Then obeying somebody else's orders, especially when they made his cock this hard and him come until he was practically blind, was ecstasy
"I am," he agreed.
She punched his chest. "Stop that."
"Stop what?"
"This sniveling. The weakling thing you're doing right now. I hate it."
"This isn't what you wanted?"
"No. It's not fun without give and take. You’re usually encouraging me and telling me that you want it too." She paused and made an admission that stabbed his heart. "Because if you don't, I feel like a freak."
He closed his eyes, hating himself all over again for what he had done. These past weeks he'd nurtured her sexual awakening and then brutally tore it apart.
"Neither of us are freaks." He stood up so she could see how aroused he was. "The only thing I did was help you find your voice to tell a man what you want and how you want it."
"What do you get?" Her disbelief was plain.
"You. I get to touch you and worship you and feast on you." He carefully ran one finger up her arm. "If I'm lucky and a very good boy, my mistress will let me come."
"So you weren't faking this?"
He bent barely and found the edge of her skirt, rolling it up slowly. "When I was at the hospital and you'd be having a rough day, I constantly fantasized that you ordered Murph to get on his knees and eat you out."
“You did?" Her mouth formed a perfect O.
He kissed her lips, caught up as deeply as ever. "Fuck yes. Every night when I jerked off thinking of you, I practically gave myself carpal tunnel."
"That's not how carpal tunnel syndrome works." She used his name for the first time. “What do you want, Sean?”
“I want you to be free because I love—" he made it very quick correction, "letting your tiger out. A tiger doesn't care what is right or wrong. The tiger only wants what it wants. It's beautiful and fierce on its own without ever caring what anyone else thinks."
"Stand there. Don't move."
To his utter shock, she got on her knees and took him in her mouth.
"Lily. Mistress." He definitely should not have been getting this reward. When he tried to place his hands on her shoulders to push her back, she pinched his ass and gave him just the hint of teeth.
She only increased her sweet, sweet suction, working his shaft. Which had already been abused by his hands.
"Show me how you touch yourself," she commanded.
He reached down with his right hand and held his length, sliding from root to crown. Great interest showed in her eyes, and it only made his cock pulse harder
