“Fuck,” he groaned as he sat up on the edge of the chair and rested his forearms on his knees. “Do you like being told what to do, Raven?”
I didn’t answer, just looked into the dark hood and wished I could see the man inside even though this was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
“You’re so defiant. Fighting me the entire way,” he crooned. “Lucky for you I like a challenge.”
His tone grew harsher. “Answer me when I ask a question, or all this stops.” He cocked his head as realizationdawned, and he chuckled. “Ah. My girl doesn’t like being told what to do. She likes being forced to do it.”
He was in front of me before I could blink. How did he move so fast? My chin was yanked hard by his hand, the hood inches above me while another rush of need speared my body. I needed relief soon because this was fucking torture.
“You’re going to do exactly what I say, when I say it. You won’t like what happens if you don’t.” His voice was threaded with a smirk on his hidden face. Dropping my chin roughly, he moved back to his perch on the chair.
“Move those sexy panties to the side and touch yourself,” he demanded. “You’re going to make yourself come to the sound of my voice while I watch.”
I moaned at the thought of getting myself off in front of him, this stranger I vaguely knew. This was so fucked up, but I didn’t care. He was right. I did want him to make me do it. I wanted to give him the power, something I’d never wanted to do in my life until now.
My hand trailed slowly down my body.
Chapter Eighteen
Ryan
Raven’s handmoved down her body so seductively I thought I was going to fucking lose it right there in my pants. My cock was almost in pain at the sight of her sitting in that professional desk chair, legs splayed with her pussy only covered by a thin sliver of cloth. I’d never seen a woman so sexy in my life, her eyes hooded with need and her mouth slightly parted, inviting me to taste those full lips.
Adjusting myself in my jeans, I watched her eyes zero in on the movement. When she bit her lip, my pulse raced and if I thought I was doomed before there was no question about it now.
Her hand finally settled to cup her pussy, and I longed to be that hand. Moving up and down over her panties, I ground my teeth together as I tracked her fingers. She pulled her thong to the side and bared everything to me as I watched with rapt attention.
Even in the dim light, she was fucking flawless. Fully clothed, yet she was displaying the most intimate part of herself, and it was driving me wild. The gleam of the citybehind me was just enough to show she was glistening with arousal. I momentarily forgot I was supposed to be talking her through it like I knew she wanted even though she hadn’t said it.
“Soak your hand in your wetness,” I directed.
Without hesitation, her fingers slid over her center before she dipped her middle into her pussy. Pumping a few times, she coated it with arousal. I gripped the arms of the chair to keep from launching myself at her and burying my face in her perfect cunt.
The quick breaths spilling from her lips filled the room, and I cleared my throat. “How wet are you for me, baby?” I asked as her closed eyes fluttered open. A whimper was the only response she gave.
“Use your words, Raven,” I growled.
Chest surging, she panted, “I…I’m drenched.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but her heavy breaths were powerful.
“Fuck, yes, you are. Good job, baby. Do you want to stroke that needy clit, now?”
Her head fell back against the chair, and a moan tore from her lips. “Y-yes. Please.”
“Hearing you beg is going to be the fucking end of me. Do it, baby. Rub your clit for me.”
She raised her head back up and stared straight into my soul as she moved her fingers to stroke small circles around her clit. Goddamn, what I wouldn’t do to latch my teeth onto it and sink my fingers inside her. That perfect body would be mine eventually. For now, I had to draw this out, this one time with her before she knew what I looked like. Not knowing how she would react to my appearance was in the back of my mind, not to mention I was seven years younger. But no matter how much she gave me, I would always crave more.
She cried out into the empty office. “I’m…I’m close,” she heaved. “Fuck, Ryan.”
I was on her in an instant, grabbing her hand and pulling it away from her pussy as she protested the loss of stimulation. “No,” she whined.
My hood came within centimeters from her face. “I told you I was Zander tonight, didn’t I?”
She looked up at me wide eyed and nodded.
“Say it.”
“Zander,” she whispered.
