Now on her hands and knees, she started crawling toward me.
With another point of my finger and a sharp shake of my head, she dropped hers. A moment of respect for her master. By the time she’d crawled halfway toward me, my cock was pressing savagely against my jeans, the zipper biting into my flesh.
My hunger was palpable, driving and keeping me on edge. After another quick glance out the window, I refused to allow the son of a bitch to interfere with the moment. Was this only show and tell? Maybe.
Or maybe not.
It took all I had not to pull myself to the edge of my seat, eager to touch and taste. A master wouldn’t do that. He’d be bored with this simple interaction, merely grabbing a moment of relief. The phone was nothing but a prop, a telling statement that I had business occurring at all hours of the night.
But the closer she came, the more difficult it became to concentrate on anything but her voluptuous body. The woman was breathtaking in every way. From her attitude to the light swish of her long blonde locks.
Damn, the woman had a way of getting to me.
With my knees wide open, she moved between them. A single point of my finger again and she sat on her haunches, her head still in a submissive position. Another swig of my drink and I counted to twenty for emphasis before sliding the glass and the phone on the table.
Leaning forward, I placed my index finger under her chin, lifting her head.
There were things I could and should say to her to alleviate any fears. But I didn’t. Maybe the role I was playing wasn’t as different as I’d believed. The ache in my balls was significant and every time I thought about her surrendering to me body and soul, I drifted further into the dark abyss of craving full dominance of her.
Her eyes drifted back and forth across mine, her lower lip quivering. With the light in the room, her skin shimmered. So soft. So beautiful.
“You are truly something very special.” I rubbed my thumb back and forth across her chin. “Touch me.”
Her actions slightly stilted, she pressed her fingers between my legs, brushing them along the inside, rolling them up toward my groin. The angry pulse of my cock was a clear reminder I needed relief.
In the next few seconds as she continued her role, my mind was no longer thinking about the case or the monsters involved. Only her.
When her fingers reached the bulge between my legs, she peered up at me, waiting for my command.
“You can stroke me. My good little slave.” The words flowed from my mouth with ease, not quite startling me as I would hope, but exciting me instead. Every muscle was tense, my thoughts a filthy blur of longing.
She cocked her head slightly and with her lips pursed, all I could think about was her soft lips wrapped around my dick.
“Unfasten my jeans.” My tone was even but dark, more so than I’d expected.
Her obedience was immediate, her fingers working deftly to unfasten the tight denim. The moment she’d freed my cock, I leaned my head back, closing my eyes. The way her fingers wrapped around my shaft was incredible, everything a man could want.
As she twisted her hand, the immediate friction brought a smile to my face. “Good girl. Touch me. Squeeze my balls.”
A soft murmur escaped her lips as she did as she was told. Her touch was hot, searing my skin. Her expertise in driving me crazy was evident, played out like she was working a musical instrument, so fucking talented I could lose my load too easily.
And why not make this last?
I ran my fingers through her hair, staring down at her with hazy eyes. “Free the strap for me.”
A single look of surprise crossed her face, but she did as she was told, struggling to pull the belt free from the tight loops. The moment she’d obeyed my command; she lifted the strap as if offering me a gift.
One I accepted, rolling the rough pads of my fingers across the smooth grain of leather as well as her knuckles.
She shuddered from my touch. There was nothing about her actions indicating she was pretending. I could also tell by the scent of her desire floating into my nostrils. I had no doubt the woman was wet.
And eager.
The anticipation was killing me, the deep throb in my cock excruciating. With the belt in my hand, I studied her intently, just enjoying her expression, the way her lips parted and the tiny drag of the tip of her tongue across her lush bottom lip.
“Open your mouth. Be my good girl.”
A slight smile curled on her upper lip before her lips formed a perfect O.
