She would learn that I could be trusted, which would allow her to trust in herself.
Something she sorely needed if her fears were confirmed.
Very carefully she folded and placed her shirt on a chair, kicking off her shoes while her eyes never left mine. Part of me felt like a bad man, but we both needed this, not only a release but a closeness that was rare. With another little spin, her eyes roamed my chest, dropping lower. Then she licked her lips once more. My balls immediately tightened, the thought of owning her in the forefront of my mind.
Where in the hell had that come from? Some twisted fantasy? I’d never envisioned her as anything but a life saved.
Yet one look had changed everything. One fucking look at her gorgeous features and I’d lost all sense of sanity.
What the fuck. You only live once.
I scrubbed my jaw with my palm as she unfastened and unzipped her skirt, peeling the material away. Then she took a deep breath before slowly lowering the waistband past her voluptuous hips. She had the perfect hourglass figure, rounded curves meant for a man to grab onto.
My cock was uncomfortable, throbbing like a son of a bitch against my zipper. While I wanted this to last, I’d need relief soon.
When the slip of material was lowered to the floor, she kicked it away, almost tripping. Her embarrassed laughter floated toward the sky, the nervous skitter adding fuel to my raging hunger. Now she stood in a bra and matching panties. If the light reflected them accurately, the color was a soft pink, a reminder of the baby doll she was.
I wanted to think she’d chosen them with me in mind. She slid her hand in front of her mound, looking away briefly. The initial roar of passion from before was nothing in comparison to being commanded to undress in front of a basic stranger. She raked her other hand through her hair, more nervous than before. Yet the scent of her desire was strong, filtering into my nostrils.
My mouth watered from the thought of feasting on her pretty pink pussy.
Alexia turned around. Then the second I cleared my throat, she froze.
“You will never turn away from me unless you are told to do so. Understood?”
“Why, yes, sir.” Her movements more awkward, she slowly turned to face me, reaching around her back to unfasten her bra. She eased one strap over her shoulder then the other, her eyes never leaving mine.
I nodded in appreciation, hopefully giving her more confidence. Why I didn’t know. There was no doubt in my mind that she was a very accomplished woman, yet this playing field was different. She responded with a smile, removing and tossing the bra toward the chair. Now she stood in a thong only and I was ready to rip it off with my teeth.
“Touch yourself for me,” I told her, keeping my tone low and intense.
She stiffened initially, taking several shallow breaths. Then she rolled the tips of her fingers down the side of her neck, stiff and uncertain. I said nothing as she trailed them between her breasts, hesitating before rolling a single finger around her already taut nipple. My pulse was rising, my needs increasing.
“Like this?”
“Just like that.”
As if encouraged, she moved her other hand under her breast, squeezing before toying with her hardened bud.
I shifted my hand between my legs, caressing the thick bulge. She paid close attention, her demeanor drifting into another wave of intense need.
“Pinch that taut little bud between your fingers,” I directed, enthused when she did so immediately. Seconds later, she added her other hand, now kneading both breasts as she toyed with her nipples. I could watch her for hours, appreciating a spectacular show, but my hunger was too greedy.
Even where she was standing by the window, between the light breeze flowing through her hair and the moonlight accentuating her gorgeous stance, my balls were close to being blue.
When she rolled the flat of her hand down her stomach, my breath hitched. I was curious how far she’d go. A nervous laugh pushed past her lips as she gyrated her hips to whatever music or noise tickling her mind. Her stiffness eased within seconds, allowing her to enjoy the sinful moment.
The second she pressed her fingers against her lace-covered pussy, my heartrate sped up even more. As she rubbed herself, filthy images floated into my mind. I also wanted her clit pierced, a tattoo placed in an intimate location indicating she belonged to me. Then my mind drifted to purchasing a cage, the idea creating far too many salacious thoughts.
When she crawled her fingers under the thin elastic of her thong, I held my breath, eager to see how far she’d go. She never blinked as she teased her clit, rubbing gently at first then rougher as pleasure rolled through her. I watched her facial expressions, the shivers coursing through her body until I knew it was enough. I would satisfy her rapture.
“Lick your fingers clean for me.”
Now her eyes opened wide but she lifted her arm, staring at her glistening fingers for a few seconds before complying. When she drove them into her mouth, the sucking sound she made excitedthe hell out me. I hadn’t enjoyed indulging in carnal sins in one hell of a long time. In truth, I’d forgotten how much I relished asserting control over someone, both body and soul.
And there was no doubt that she belonged to me.
At least for now.
