“I get off on you getting off,” he said.
“Really?” It felt a bit skewed to me, but it didn’t seem my place to criticize.
He seemed to mull it over for it, then cocked his head. “Yeah. Really.” He chuckled. “I really do.”
“Why does that make you laugh?” I asked.
“Because it was never like that before.” He stroked his fingers down my arm, grazing over the soft skin exposed by the straps of my bodice. “It never got me hot before.” I shuddered, feeling gooseflesh form. His lips quirked up. “But now, it does.”He stroked again and my nipples hardened. “See? Like that…”He met my eyes and I saw his glitter. “That gets me off.” His voice dropped low. “Watching you get turned on makes me hard as a rock.”
I swallowed thickly. My nipples were almost painfully hard now. I was pretty certain the satin of my panties would be warm and wet if he lowered his hand. My lips parted slightly, and I imagined willing him to do it.
“Are you thinking of me touching you?” he said, the words almost a whisper against my lips. I nodded, not trusting my voice. “Touching your pussy?” I noded again. No longer aware of the people around us. Who cared about them, anyway?
He tipped his head and watched the path of his fingers, exploring the flesh exposed by the straps of the dress I was wearing. Not once did they trace onto anything that I could describe as a conventional erogenous zone. But every soft touch zinged straight to the core of me. My knees dropped open, and I shifted slightly, feeling cool air flutter over my bare inner thighs. He was still trailing over the flesh framed by the straps and buckles, and it was enough to have me pushing my hips forward.
Sheer need rippled through me, and I clenched my pussy muscles, wondering how to ask him to stray down there. I was almost certain he wouldn’t do it without me asking.
“So, it’s some kind of power thing?” I tried to keep myself focused. “Showing you can make someone do whatever you want?” I wondered if my words sounded petulant. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit there had been times when I’d resented his “rules” during those first days.
He shrugged, still watching his fingers moving on my skin. “Maybe it was like that once. Now there’s power in this…” His index finger drew a circle on my forearm. “Knowing I can make your pussy wet, just by touching your arm.”
He glanced up and I felt like a fawn staring into the eyes of a wolf. I tip my head back and waited for the touch of his mouth on my throat.
Chapter 7
Prince Walker
I’d been here dozens of times over the years, generally with a different girl in tow. It had amused me to play these games beneath the critical eyes of the silent audience. It appealed to my sense of showmanship. My ego, if I was honest with myself. There had been brief exhibitions of ropework or dominance and the occasional spanking. Even Angelique had bent over my knee once or twice, displaying her perfect ass to the onlookers.
As Sasha arched beneath my touch now, it occurred to me she’d do anything I asked, even with everyone looking on.
I didn’t want that.
As hard as she was making me with those hot hazel eyes and silken limbs, I didn’t want to share any part of her with these people. What we had was for us alone.
I stopped stroking and stood, and she stared up at me. I gently pulled her up and until she was standing flush against me. “Let’s get out of here,” I whispered against her lips. Her eyes flashed confusion for an instant, but then she dipped her head in assent. She followed as I took her hand and led her briskly from the room. There may have been eyes on us before – she was beautiful enough to command that kind of attention – but there was no obligation to perform for these people. I couldn’t care less either way. I wanted this woman more than I could fathom. Just not there. Not with them.
We broke through the crowded dance area and retraced our steps through the echoing corridor. When we made our way through the doorway, I looked down at her and met wide, liquid eyes behind the dark mask. Confusion still swirled there, and I felt guilt rise.
“Are you upset with me?” she asked, and I shook my head. “I’m sorry…I’m not used to places like this,” she went on. “I’ll do better next time.”
I shook my head again. “I don’t want you to get used to this.” I jerked my head at the doorway. “And there won’t be a next time.”
“I’m bad at this stuff,” she said, her teeth denting her bottom lip.
“You’re toogoodfor this stuff, Sweetness,” I said fiercely. “I brought you here because I’m an ass.”
“I still don’t get it. You like places like this, but not with me?”
I shook my head. “I needed that before I met you. Now I have you, I don’t need anything else.” I wanted to laugh as I said the words. It was exactly the kind of cheesy bullshit I’d joked about my entire life, and here I was, falling for it, hook, line and sinker.
She still looked uncertain, though. “I don’t want to change you, Prince,” she said, looking up at me as we moved briskly. I’d told Horatio I’d call him when we wanted to leave. I wasn’t ready to go yet. Not with my cock straining at the front of my pants. I shot a glance around, then sidestepped quickly and tugged her with me as I ducked into a darkened alley.
We’d wandered into someone’s paved walkway somehow and had to navigate around oversized tubs filled with multicolored flowers. It was a damn sight better than fumbling around trashcans, but at that point I didn’t care either way. She stumbled off balance as I strode deeper into the shadows, and then gave a sharp gasp as I yanked her in front of me and pressed her back against the wall. Her face was hidden in the shadows, and I reached up to slide her mask off, wanting to see her face now. A quick tug relieved me of mine too.
“It’s too late, Sasha Ramirez,” I said, my palms flattened on the bare bricks beside her. “I’m already changed.” My mouth descended to meet her soft lips, and she moaned as I pressed my knee between her thighs. I’d spoken of power when we were back in the club. The power to make her hot with barely a touch. If that was the case, she had the upper hand – the woman could make me burn just by looking at me.
“I’m going to fuck you here, against this goddamn wall,” I groaned against her lips, and she made a small mewling sound. When I lowered my hand to the vee of her thighs, she gave a little cry and spread them without prompting. I ran a finger under the snug edge of her panties and was met by warm, wet flesh. “Jesus…you’re so hot…I’m going to burn up on entry,” I chuckled. She didn’t answer, simply spread her thighs wider and arched against me as my fingers slid deeper. I knew this sweet pussy so well by now I could trace out a map to get her over the edge in mere moments. I was almost tempted to do it, but I wasn’t sure I had the patience to wait through those moments.
