Nothing. The sex still felt amazing, but the littlehmHudson gave me indicated I must not be into that. He didn’t show much sign of interest either.
Thankfully, he took the opportunity to relieve me of my bra.
“How about this. The website says that many women like to hear…”
He leaned up, collected one nipple in his mouth, and breathed against my sensitive skin:
“Good girl.”
I continued to crave more of him, but while his hands tightened around my waist, I felt no marked change in my state at thesound of those words. Being a good girl wasn’t currently my fixation. Being bad with him was.
“Interesting,” he murmured against my hard nub.
His worship of my tits continued, and I rode him at his pace, exploring my clit with every motion. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good, this complete. I wanted more, stroking myself upward and upward…
“You seemed all too happy to get fucked in your office the other day. Is there an exhibitionist somewhere in you, Scout?”
Yes.I shuddered, clenching almost painfully around his cock. He kept glancing at the screen, hunting for new kinks to explore.
“What if I tied you up?”
Another hit. I cried out, the pleasure coming hot and fast now.
“Or maybeseveralof us could tie you up?”
I couldn’t help it. I turned the toy sucking my clit to its next highest function. Randomized for maximum excitement, it teetered between hard and fast, light and soft. Each time I crashed down on Hudson’s cock was a new adventure as the mechanical tongues worked their magic.
Then a slightsmackon my ass sent my eyes flying open in shock…and pleasure. I looked down at him, only to find Hudson already staring back at me, wide-eyed.
“I’m sorry—it said—did you not—”
My shoulders shook as I fought to keep my orgasm at bay. Instead of retreating, I curved my ass back into his hand. He then gave the offended cheek a playful squeeze.
“Then youareinto power dynamics,” he murmured. Just like I would have if I were looking at test results in my lab. Maybe role play didn’t do it for me, but being his little science experiment definitely did.
He cycled through more of them. At least, I think he did. Maybe blindfolds or being fucked by someone else while hewatched or humiliation play or me dominating him? It all became a blur as my mind focused on nothing but the pleasure, on how my wet, swollen clit ached for release and how each thrust of my hips filled me with him all over again, as good as the first time I’d sunk down onto it.
But by the time my orgasm threatened to take hold of me, I was hit with a realization.
He’d done all the talking.
“What about you?” I panted. “What about…would you like me to dominate you? Hm? Want me to fuck you with that strap-on we saw the other night?”
A growl tore through his gritted teeth. It wasn’t an actual answer, but it was enough to get my mind racing.
Bending him on all fours in bed, lining a strap-on up at his entrance, hearing him moan as I entered him…
Too much. I arched my back, bucking into my hand, fighting for that last bit of friction that would throw me over the edge. “Hudson, I’m going to—”
Another glance at the screen.
“What about this one?” Firmly, he grabbed my wrist and removed the toy from my clit. His grin was unfairly hot. “Or delayed gratification?”
“What? No, no, no—” My voice was panting and pathetic. The orgasm slipped out from under me, leaving me hanging in the terrible balance between frustration and pleasure.
I was a sweaty, exhausted mess of a woman with one goal in mind now. Orgasm. But Hudson brushed a stray strand of damp hair from my face, looking up at me as though we were across from each other at a fancy restaurant on a date night.
“You are so beautiful.”
