And I want to be seen. I’ve been dying to bare myself to this man all night, and him sitting here like an impatient king demanding my nakedness only makes me want it more. My hands go to the band of my skirt and start to tug the fabric down roughly, eager to get rid of anything that’s standing between me and satisfying his command.
“Slow down, angel. We’ve got all night.”
Dominic sits back, his face schooled into the familiar mask of control and cold indifference I haven’t seen in weeks. If it wasn’t for the erection tenting his jeans and the muscle ticking in his jaw, I would think he doesn’t give a damn about me stripping in front of him.
My breathing is unsteady under the weight of his stare, but I manage to squeeze out a calming breath and slow my movements, pulling gently instead of tugging, until the fabric skims steadily down my body. Coasting over my stomach, revealing my soaked sex and bare legs to Dominic, who watches without saying a word.
When the skirt falls to the floor, a wicked smile curves his lips. “Good girl. Now spread your legs and touch yourself. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
Pleasure zips down my spine, and I feel myself flushing from the heatof his stare and the satisfaction coating his words of praise. Widening my stance, I hold his gaze and run a hand down my belly and over my cleft before slipping one finger through my slick folds. Between the orgasm in the elevator and the need burning inside of me from whatever game we’re playing right now, I’m soaked.
A breathless whimper escapes me as I dip a finger inside of my core. This doesn’t feel nearly as good as having Dominic’s hands on me, but I feel myself growing wetter anyway. Having his eyes on me while I touch myself the way he tells me to is so intimate, so carnal, so far from the lonely nights I’ve spent with my vibrator.
“Does it feel good, angel?” Dominic asks evenly. His erection is obscene now, and my mouth waters at the sight of the only part of his reaction to me he can’t hide.
“It would feel better if it was you,” I pant, swirling a finger around my swollen clit.
He arches a brow at me. “I’m sure it would. You make it sound like youneedme. Do I have that right, Sloane? Do you need me to make you come? Am I the only one who knows how to take care of that perfect little pussy?”
A shudder moves through me, ignited solely by his words. I circle my clit once more and wonder when he’s going to tell me to stop. The whole point of me doing this was to show him how wet I am for him, but I’m certain he can hear it. The filthy sounds of me pleasuring myself echo around us, proving my point.
“Yes,” I moan. “I need you, Dominic.”
“Show me,” he says, leaning forward just a little. “Let me see how much you need me.”
Reluctantly, I pull my hand away from the heat of my slit. My forefinger is glistening and soaked in my juices. Dominic watches as a drop runs down my hand, and I swear I see the exact moment dark brown gives wayto molten obsidian.
He crooks a long finger at me, gesturing for me to come closer, and my feet move without question, closing the distance between us in several strides that I try to make look sexy even though my legs are shaking. When I reach him, Dominic hooks a hand behind my knee and lifts my foot, setting it down to rest on the outside of his hard thigh.
I’m completely open to him. My soaked pussy is so close to his mouth I can feel the warm air from every breath that passes his lips. Ardent fingers run an incendiary trail up my leg, from my knee to my ankle, and then back again. Having his hands on me again feels like heaven, and I nearly sag with relief at the contact.
Why bother touching myself when he can make me feel like this in a matter of seconds?
A shiver rolls down my spine as he moves the hand I was just using to touch myself to his lips. He sucks my fingers into the scorching heat of his mouth and groans. It’s a long and deeply sexual sound that reverberates through me as his tongue laps at my skin. Cleaning off my juices with long, hard pulls I feel in my core. When he’s done, he places my hand back on my trembling slit and sits back.
“Finish.”
“What?” My voice trembles, confusion and hesitancy stamped across my face, while he waits patiently for me to follow his order. I want to resist, to fight back just a little, but even as disappointment claws at my chest, and the hope of handing over the reins to him dies, my body fights to obey him. The need to please him overpowers the need to have his hands on me.
I stare down at him, astonished by how quickly and subtly he’s trained my body to respond to his commands. Mastering it without giving me so much as a hint of what it would mean to be conquered so completely. To be so desperate to please him that I’d go against my own best interest.To be so caught up in his spell that even when I’m standing over him in a universally recognized position of power, every part of me knows he’s still the one in control.
“Finish. Show me how you’re going to make yourself come when this is over and me taking care of your insatiable pussy is nothing but a memory.”
My blood catches fire even as the thought of going back to a reality where Dominic touching me is no longer a thing breaks my heart. With a soft moan and the rough pads of his fingers trailing down the outside of my thigh, I slide two fingers through my slit before allowing them to sink into the warm wetness gathered at my core.
Dominic inhales sharply. “Fuck. Do that again but rub your clit when you pull them out this time.” I do as I’m told, relishing in the sound of his ragged breaths. “Hold yourself open with your other hand, baby. I want to see all of you.”
Again, I obey. My free hand reaches the apex of my thighs and holds my sex open, so he can watch my fingers disappearing inside of me.
“Touch me,” I beg, sounding needy and breathless even to my own ears.
Dominic shakes his head but plants a kiss on the inside of my knee, and I want to scream. My body is on fire and there’s a pounding need in my blood I know won’t go away until his hands are on me.
“It’s got to be you, angel. When these eight weeks are up, I want to be sure you know how to take care of yourself.” His wicked lips curl into a sinful smile. “Think of it as my parting gift to you.”
I lick my lips, pressing on the swollen bud with a firm but gentle pressure that leaves me panting but nowhere near release. Sweat beads on my hairline as my gaze sweeps over Dominic. He looks so cool and collected, like there isn’t a woman desperately fingering herself mere inches from his face.How can he be so unbothered?Agitation ripples through me, and suddenly I’m willing to do anything to get him as workedup as I am.
My eyes fall shut, and I shift my feet apart a little more, focusing all of my attention on my clit. “Maybe I’ll get someone else to take care of my needs when this is done. Then I won’t need your parting gift at all. Would that make you feel better?”
