“Careful, Samirah went days without sleep to make this dress. You’ll have to deal with her wrath if even a stitch is out of place.” Her teasing laugh turns into a soft moan as I turn her around and start undoing the corset. Desperate. I am fucking desperate for her.
“Noted,” I groan as her entire back is exposed to me. “No bra?” I growl, trailing hot kisses down her spine.
“Samirah built one into the dress.” She shudders, letting her gown fall to the ground, leaving her in nothing but the faintest hint of a lace thong.
My hands shake with the need to devour her as I trail them up her arms, watching goosebumps form all over her body. Slow, Declan. Take it slow.You have no idea what she’s into or how far she’s willing to take this.“Turn around and let me see you, love.”
She listens immediately, and fuck if that doesn’t make mycock twitch. Zahra’s confidence doesn’t sway a bit as she tosses the loose waves of her hair back, allowing me to take in the sight of her luscious tits and soft curves. Her nipples are peaking, ready for my mouth, and I can tell her heart is racing from the quick breaths she’s taking.
“You can touch me, you know. I’ll only bite if you tell me too.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that a promise?” All I get is a smirk in response. “Careful, angel. I have to admit my tolerance for letting you take control in the bedroom is much lower than in real life.”
My stomach squeezes at the confession. I won’t ask her to do anything she doesn’t want to do, but as a boss, I know how impossible it is to let go of control. So much so that the desire for control had also bled into my sex life. It hasn’t been a problem for any of my one-night stands, and I hope it won’t be a problem for Zahra, but I know better than most how hard it can be for a boss to give up any inkling of power.
Her eyebrows draw together. “What does that mean? Are you a Dom?”
There’s no judgment in her voice, just open curiosity. God, this woman is perfect.My wife, I remind myself, is perfect.
“Yes. A pleasure Dom specifically,” I state, not missing the way Zahra’s thighs squeeze together in response. My sweet girl is turned on.
“What does that mean?” Whether she noticed it or not, she’s taken a few steps closer to me. There it is again. The pull of our energies that always brings us closer.
“It can look different depending on the Dom. For me, it typically means that I use your orgasms as a tool of my domination. Making you come over and over again. Deciding what to do and how to do it, to make you come repeatedly. That’s not to say I don’t get off as well, but it's almost always afterI’ve turned my partner into a screaming mess. You would be in a submissive role in that you’d give me full control over your body, but everything we do is consensual. We’d have a safe word you could use, in case I ever pushed you too hard.” I shove my hands into my pockets, wanting nothing more than to wrap them around her soft waist and close the distance between us, but I can’t. Not until she tells me what she wants. What she’s okay with doing.
Zahra’s pupils dilate, and she licks her lips. Contemplating. “That…sounds amazing. Honestly. But I’m not sure if I can do that. It’s hard enough for me to orgasm once, especially if toys aren’t involved. Multiple times is asking for a miracle.”
Holy shit. She has no idea what she’s just fueled in me. “Would you be willing to try?”
She shrugs. “Sure, as long as you’re okay with being disappointed.”
A growl escapes my lips. “First of all, you could never,everdisappoint me. Second of all, you need to pick a safe word right now. Because I don’t know how much longer I can go without touching you.”
Zahra grabs my suspenders, tugging me closer, and whispers, “Rose.”
“Rose,” I groan as she nods in confirmation. “You’re mine.”
Her expression turns serious. “For tonight.”
Ah. Right. The pesky promise we made to “pretend.” Little does she know I have every intention of breaking that promise and making her mine forever. I lock our lips in a desperate, harsh kiss, tugging her bottom lip between mine, before lowering my head and latching my mouth onto her breast, sucking hard on one of her nipples while my hand toys with the other. Her head falls back with pure ecstasy as I rotate between tracing my tongue around her peaked nipple and sucking.
“Fuck, Declan, that feels incredible.”
I groan, pulling away to discard my shirt and pants. “How wet are you?”
“Hmm, I’m not really sure. Maybe you can tell me?” She gives me a coy smile, reaching for her thong and slowly shimmying out of it until it drops to the ground.
Any self-control I have snaps. In an instant, I grab her and move us to the leather coach in the dressing room, adjusting her so she’s seated on my lap. My hands grip the tops of her thighs. “Look up, love.”
She gasps as she finally notices the full-length mirror right in front of us. Her skin is flushed bright red, her hair is already a wild mess, and the skin around her nipple is starting to bruise, forming a hickey. She leans her head back into my chest and places a hard kiss on my neck.
“Good girl,” I praise, drawing out a sweet moan from her. I move her thighs apart slowly, so she’s on full display. My heart beats so fast, it makes my head spin. “Now, look at the mirror and tell me how wet your pussy is.”
Our eyes lock in the mirror as she bites her lip. For a moment, I think she’s going to call this off, but instead, she trails her eyes down her body. “I’m soaked, Declan. Absolutely soaked.”
“Damn straight. And what about my wife’s sweet clit?” I groan as her wetness starts to leak onto my lap.
“Your wife’s sweet clit is swollen and begging to be touched.” She giggles, reaching back and gripping my hair.
