Her fingers trace lightly over my chest, and something tight and heavy swells inside me when she adds, even softer, "You'll never know how much that means to me."
Before I can respond, she steps back and shrugs out of her blazer, letting it slide to the floor. She tugs her top free from the waistband, and my pulse kicks up a notch.
"What are you doing?"
Sera doesn't answer. Instead, she pulls her blouse over her head in one smooth motion, dropping it beside the blazer. My blood surges hot through my veins as she kicks off her boots and socks.
But when her hands go to the button of her pants, I can't stay still. I cover her fingers with mine. "You don't have to."
Her eyes glitter up at me, a spark of challenge in them. "I know. But if you don't follow through with what you started down there..." She pauses. "Iwillkill you."
This moment—right here—this is when I know I'd hand her my soul on a silver platter without a second thought if she asked.
No regrets.
Slowly, I shrug out of my suit jacket, my fingers working the buttons of my white dress shirt. Sera's gaze devours every inch of skin I expose, her breath hitching as she slides the zipper of her pants down, letting them pool at her ankles before kicking them away.
She's standing there in a simple nude bra and panties, nothing fancy, but goddamn, I've never seen anything more perfect. My cock strains, aching already. I rip at my belt and pants, frantic at first, but then I catch the subtle twitch in her shoulders, the brief hesitation. I force myself to slow down.
My voice is rough when I promise, "You say stop, we stop."
Her lips lift in a small smile, and she nods. It's too quick, too automatic. I catch her chin gently, tilting her face up to mine.
"I'm serious,malyshka. Even if I'm inside you and you say stop—there's no line where you can't say no. Understand?"
"Yes," she whispers, her expression softening, the tension easing from her body. "I want this with you.”
An idea sparks, something to give her the control she needs. I grab my discarded tie from the floor and hold it out to her. "Then you're in control."
She looks confused for a beat, glancing between the silk fabric and my face. Then understanding dawns, heat flooding her cheeks, her pupils dilating with desire.
I hold my wrists out in front of me, and she wraps the tie around them, knotting it securely. It's loose enough that I could break free with a tug—we both know it—but I won't. Not until she says so.
With a sly smile, she steps closer, her breasts brushing my chest, and my muscles contract involuntarily.
"Remember to be quiet," she warns, smirking.
I suck in a sharp breath as her hands loosen my pants the rest of the way, shoving them down. I lift one foot, then the other, kicking them aside, my eyes locked on hers the entire time. Using the knot between my bound wrists as leverage, she pushes me back onto the bed. I shift until I'm lying full length, my cock hard and throbbing against my boxers, begging to be freed.
“I could get used to this,” she says archly, looking down at me.
“Don’t” I growl, my voice ragged.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she teases, throwing a leg over my hip and settling astride me. The heat from her pussy presses against my cock through her panties, and I bite back a groan. “I think I like being the boss of you, Gangster.”
She bends forward, capturing my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. With my hands trapped between us, she rocks her body against mine, the friction sending sparks through me.
“Baby,” I whimper, my hips bucking up instinctively. "Please."
She pulls back, her breath coming in soft pants, her cheeks flushed. "You were so good at talking dirty downstairs," shemurmurs, grinding down harder. "Whispering all those things about my breasts, about tasting me... making me wet in front of everyone." Her fingers trail down my chest, nails scraping lightly. "Now it's time to show me."
I think I might have created a monster when she shivers, and her hips begin moving in slow torturous circles.
"Fuck, Sera." My voice is frayed, barely above a whisper. "You have no idea how bad I want to touch you right now.”
Her lids are heavy as she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra, tossing it aside. “What were you saying about my breasts?”
They spill free, full and flushed, and I nearly come undone just looking at her perched above me. She leans forward, and I latch on greedily, tongue swirling around the tight peak, sucking hard enough to make her gasp—but she bites her lip to stifle it.
