His eyes opened, pinning me with a hungry look. “Yeah, princess?”
“Stay still while I taste you,” I commanded, my lips grazing over his cock ever so lightly.
I was planning on drawing this out and that meant he needed to do as I said.
I licked my lips as I peered up at him, his eyes on me, exactly where I liked them. He nodded, and I held his gaze while I darted my tongue out, lickinghim from base to tip.
He moaned, watching as he glided past my lips. I gripped the backs of his thighs, my nails biting into his skin.
Our eyes connected as I teased him with my mouth and heat pooled in my stomach. Once again, hungry for his touch.
He was right. Iwasgreedy, quickly becoming a glutton for him. I’d allowed myself this indulgence, and now I wasn’t sure how I’d ever go without it. Without his eyes on me, just like this.
I held his gaze as I took him deeper into my mouth and swallowed his length, loving the way his breaths turned shallow as he hardened even more. An almost pained look ghosting over his features.
“Fuck, princess. You look so good on your knees for me. I’m going to come down that pretty little throat of yours.”
I shook my head. I wasn’t ready for him to come yet. I was still playing.
He rested a hand on my head, fingers threading into my hair. I glared up at him, a warning in my eyes. If he thought he was going to take control of this blowjob, he was sorely mistaken.
He smirked and pushed himself to the back of my throat. I grabbed his wrist, untangling him from my hair and dragged my teeth across his manhood, hard.
He hissed in discomfort, and I sat back on my heels, glowering at him.
“What do you think you’re doing? I told you to stay still.”
“It feels too good when you do that. I have no control over it,” he said, mischief dancing in his eyes.
He was pushing my buttons on purpose, taking control when he knew I didn’t want him to. Trying to get a rise out of me.
“If you can’t control yourself, then you don’t deserve my mouth,” I said. I pulled his boxers back up, snapping the elastic against his skin.
I rose from my knees, my breasts brushing over his still hard cock as I stood. My nipples pebbled against the thin material of my crop top as Ben stared, his hands fisted at his side.
“I’ve been spoiling you too much.” He opened his mouth, about to argue. “You’ve forgotten how to behave,” I said, pointing to his chest.
“Oh, I haven’t forgotten. I like to see how much you let me get away with before you punish me for it,” he admitted, without a shred of remorse.
My lips parted, ready to reproach him, but he leaned down, quieting my outrage with his mouth. His tongue slid past my lips, and I briefly gave into his kiss, using it to take out some of my anger at his manipulation. I bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and he crushed me closer to him instead of pulling away like I’d expected.
His unruliness only made my bloodlust rage that much harder. The metallic taste of him burst on my tongue and I pulled back, not allowing him to capture my lips again.
“My room,” I panted against his mouth, pressing my hand against his chest to walk. He looked down at me with a wolfish grin, but let me guide him to my bedroom.
“Sit,” I said, pointing to a spot on the floor in front of my bed.
“So bossy,” he teased, sitting down where I’d commanded him to. His tented boxers told me he didn’t mind the bossiness at all.
I grabbed a pair of my sexiest high heels out of my closet, a visible reminder that I was in control right now. I had it on good authority that he had a bit of a thing for a woman in nothing but heels.
I slid my silky shorts down past my thighs and let them pool at my feet while Ben watched from his spot on the floor. My high heels hung on my finger as I moved to stand between his legs in just my thong and the thin crop top.
I sat one of my shoes on the bed and balanced as I slid the other on my right foot before placing it on his chest. The heel dug into his pale skin, and I relished the power I felt in that moment.
“Buckle it,” I commanded, looking down at him like I was his queen and he, a mere commoner, here to do my bidding.
He obeyed. His forearms flexed while he buckled the straps around my ankle with his dexterous fingers, and the sight made my pussy clench with the need to be filled.
