The metal is warm from her skin.
I close my fingers around it. “You sure?”
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
I pocket the bracelet. Move closer. My hands find her waist.
“Ground rules,” I tell her quietly. “You stop me if it’s too much. Hand squeeze three times if you can’t speak. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Good girl.”
Her breath hitches.
I kiss her. Not gentle. Not tentative. Claiming.
She melts into me. Hands in my hair. Body pressed tight.
I walk her backwards toward the bedroom. Slide that sweater off her back. Let it drop at her feet.
She’s wearing black silk underneath. Again.
“Did you plan this?” I ask against her mouth.
“Maybe.”
“Fucking tease.”
She laughs. The sound goes straight to my painfully hard cock.
I slip off her jeans, leaving her only in her bra and panties.
“Beautiful,” I mutter, admiring her.
I guide her body to the bed. Sit on the edge. Pull her next to my hips.
“Hands where I put them,” I instruct. “Don’t move unless I tell you. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
Her eyes flash. “Yes, Marco.”
Better.
Then I guide her firmly over my knee, her body draping across my lap like an offering. Her bare thighs press against the denim of my jeans, warm and yielding, while her hips settle into the perfect angle for what’s coming.
The first touch is deliberate.
My palm skimming the curve of her ass, tracing the lace edge of her thong before sliding beneath to cup her cheek.
She inhales sharply, her fingers tightening on the duvet, but she doesn’t move.
“Good girl.”
Obedience is everything.
