“I’ll tell you what,” I say, backing up again. I’m learninghis love language is physical touch and connection, so I think I can use it to my advantage to get through this massage. “Every minute you make it, I’ll remove a piece of clothing. I only need five uninterrupted minutes, and then if you play your cards right, you’ll have me naked by the time I’m through,” I offer with a grin.
“Deal,” he says without hesitation. “Although I don’t know why I didn’t think about having you naked the entire time. From now on, I’ll let you give me as many massages as you want if you aren’t wearing any clothes.”
“We’ll never get through it.” I shake my head with a smile.
Sean folds his arms under his chin and I pull my phone out of my back pocket and set a five-minute timer. I crouch down and kiss him on the lips, realizing Iloveto make Sean weak for me. I love feeling in control of a man who doesn’t give up his power easily.
“Now be a good boy, and I’ll give you a prize.”
“Fucking Christ, woman. I’m not going to last onesecondwith you talking to me like that,” Sean rasps into my lips. I straighten up and he grabs at me. I place my first finger on the end of his nose.
“Stay,” I hum with a laugh, to which he snarls at me then barks like a dog, and even that is somehow hot. I laugh, pushing him as he groans and drops his face down.
“Let’s get these five minutes over with,” he grunts.
I stand and press start on the timer, leaving the phone on the bed so he can watch it, and then I begin to finish his massage, uninterrupted. At four minutes remaining I lift my shirt off over my head and toss it to the floor. At three, just to fuck with him, my socks, but Sean doesn’t argue; I think he likes the anticipation of what’s to come just as much as I do. At two I don’t have a choice—he unbuttons my jeans and yanks them down before I have a chance to stop him. I kick them aside and stand before him in just my red lacy bra and thong.
“Red lace?” he deadpans. “Are you trying to fucking kill me?” He immediately moves to bury his face between my thighs.
“Uh-uh,” I remind him, sternly. My pussy throbs with my own words, my dominating stance with him turning my insides to fire before he’s even touched me.
The last minute begins, and I remove my bra, widening my legs just to torture him. He groans as he keeps his eyes trained on the timer. I don’t think he even blinks as I finish the last few seconds. The moment the alarm sounds Sean moves to his knees, his hardened cock bobbing as he grabs me by my waist and tosses me down onto the bed. My breasts bounce as my back hits his soft comforter and he tears my panties from my body, dropping the scraps aside and staring down at me hungrily. I wait, my breath shallow. Eager and desperate.
I take in the sight of him, his hard body flexed and the veins in his arms bulging as he strokes his thick solid cock.
My eyes lock with his as every dirty, depraved thought he brings out in me comes rushing to my lips.
“Time for my massage now,Boss?” I beg way too sweetly, just to fuck with him.
A deep growl erupts from Sean’s chest as he flips me over, squeezing my ass so hard I whimper.
“No, little dove. Time for your punishment.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Sean
There isn’t a single thing I love more than to see Layla become the woman she always was inside. To see her breaking free of whatever held her back, because fucking Christ when she called me a good boy, I almost blew a load all over my bed. I want that from her—one side a dominant queen, the other a submissive little slut.
I’ll never get enough, but the way she taunted and tortured me has turned me from a man into a beast really fucking quickly.
I hike her ass up, ready to consume, and she props herself up so she’s on all fours. I chuckle darkly, wrapping my hand in her long fiery hair roughly and pulling tight. She hisses in response but rocks her hips back as I use the hand in her hair to push her upper body down into my bed.
“You don’t get to decide how to move right now,” I say darkly, releasing her hair. It splays out around her. So fucking pretty. “You wanted to torture me? Taunt me? Degrade me?”
She whimpers as I grip her ass tight.
“You’remylittle toy now, so you’ll do exactly as you’re fuckingtold.” I knee her legs even further apart and take in the sight of her dripping pussy. She rocks back again, so fucking eager at my rough treatment of her, and I can’t wait to fucking make her suffer more before I fuck her.
I use my thumb to spread her arousal through her center and up over her tight, pink asshole. She shudders, but she’s relaxed enough for me to play, and the need I have to claim every hole this woman possesses is overwhelming.
I grab the bottle of oil she was using and squeeze it gently over her ass. It drips down between her cheeks as I add more pressure, losing the tip of my thumb to her. She moans into the bed and her pussy glistens more.
“Does my little toy like her massage?” I ask as I line my cock up with her pussy, sliding it through her lips, tormenting her.
“Sean …” she moans as I pull my thumb out then push it in deeper. I use my free hand to stroke my cock, so ready to fuck.
“Yes, my filthy little slut?”
