He hears me just fine, though. As does Aurora. She pauses for a second, like she’s waiting for Laz to reply.
“Focus on me, pet,” I tell her. “I’m the instructor here.”
Laz folds his arms but says nothing.
However, I know it’s grating on his nerves to take a back seat.
Too. Fucking. Bad.
It’s my turn to play.Finally.
And I have just enough time before our meeting to do so. Although, some of it might run over.
But that’ll be intentional.
My lips nearly curl with the anticipation of what I want to do. The only reason I hold back is that I don’t want to alert our pet to my plans.
Instead, I merely watch as she pauses in front of me on the table.
“Stand up and take off your pants.”
Her brow furrows, and she moves like she’s about to climb off the flat surface I now consider to be her stage.
“No, no,” I tsk. “Stand up right where you are and give us a show, pretty bee. I want that pussy on display for all of us to see.” I sing-song the rhyme on purpose, mostly because it’s fun.
I also really like the way her cheeks redden in response, though that might be a result of what I’ve asked her to do.
“Tick tock, pet,” I murmur. “Our meeting starts soon.”
Her gaze narrows again, just like when I issued the challenge to crawl.
Then, ever so slowly, she stands.
She isn’t wearing shoes. Just bare feet against the wood. But I would love to see her in a pair of heels at some point.
Preferably just a pair of heels.
We’ll discuss it later.
Holding my gaze, she reaches down to begin lifting her sweater. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I only wanted her to lose her pants, but I’m not about to stop her from showing us her tits.
I catch her sweater as she drops it, then toss it to Laz for safekeeping.
From the corner of my eye, I see him bringing it to his nose to inhale her sweet aroma. I should have done that, too. But I’m about to have her pussy in my mouth, so I’ll get my fill.
Leaving her bra on, she pops the button on her jeans, then draws down the zipper.
Johan hisses through his teeth as she bends to pull her pants off, his position providing an excellent view of her fine backside again.
“You thinking about knotting her ass over there, tech boy?” I ask him.
“Thinking about knotting her everywhere,” he groans.
I smile. “I’ll warm her up for you. Don’t worry.”
Her nipples harden as I speak, the stiff points evident beneath her lacy white bra and making her arousal obvious.
Just like the slick saturating the matching panties between her legs, I think, instantly starving for a taste of her sweetness.
