The water flicked back on suddenly and was super cold, causing me to fling my eyes open and almost sit up.
“Sorry!” Flora said. “Sometimes the water goes cold for a second. It’s good now.”
“No problem.” Honestly, a splash of cold water was exactly what I needed.
Fuck. Me.
Brooks picked me up right after my appointment and drove us home. When I got in the car, he complimented my hair a bunch, and I couldn’t say I disagreed with him. Flora gave me a few extra layers and did a great job with the blowout. The way he looked at me made me warm all over. We picked up Chicken on our way back, but I couldn't get back soon enough. I had a plan, one I’d formulated since being in the chair.
When we got home, I slipped into my room and pulled out the little black silk sleep shorts I had and the matching camisole top. I didn’t put on a bra or panties, and I could already feel my nipples poking through as the top rubbed against them. I also finally took my irritating contacts out and slid on my thick-rimmed glasses.
When I stepped out into the living room, Brooks was there, a checkbook on his lap and his face in full concentration.
He glanced up at me, then back down, eyes wide.
I shuffled on my feet, being a bit coy. “What?”
He set the booklet aside and walked until he was right in front of me.
“I’ve just… never seen you in glasses.”
I pushed them up on instinct. I had expected him to comment on everything else I was wearing, and for a moment, I felt self-conscious.
“Is that a problem?” My voice was harsher than I meant it.
He shook his head with a smile, his hands finding their way to my hips. “No; it’s… really hot.”
My cheeks tinged pink. “So, just to clarify—it’s not the thin outfit that’s hot, it’s the glasses?”
“It’s you,” he replied honestly as his hands began to creep up the sides of my thighs, trailing under my shorts.
His fingers were warm against my skin, making goose bumps break out all over. “You’re a real flirt,” I said, a bit uneasy.
“Again, only for you.”
He pushed me back onto the couch, his body over me, making me feel even smaller than I normally did around him. My hands ran up under his shirt, feeling his toned abs and moving up to his hard pecs. His nipples were hard, and I couldn’t help but flick one. I got the exact response I wanted, the breathy moan that left him so sweet to my ears.
“Do you like that, baby?” I asked.
“I like everything you do to me.”
The power I felt around this man was inexplicably sexy. It made me wonder how far I could push him. Could I tie him up? Could I cause him a little pain?
Could I fuckhim?
I knew we weren’t quite there, but pegging had always been a fantasy of mine. I never had a long-term partner to bring it up, but I always found it fascinating and wondered if that was something Brooks would be interested in.
Back to the present, I continued playing with his nipples. He squirmed over me, but I wanted more.
“Strip and sit,” I said. He backed off and tore his shirt up over his head before yanking his pants and underwear down. I stood, and we swapped spots.
“Give me one sec.” I ran to the room and grabbed my little blue rabbit, his comment earlier giving me confidence he’d want to use it. And right now, I wanted to give him everything he wanted, even if it was my dominance.
I came back and stared at his perfect naked form. He was good and made no move to touch himself. His cock wept the longer I stared at him, precum dribbling out of the slit.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, and his eyes widened with the movement.
“Hold my hair?” I asked.
