“I think that defeats the whole purpose of me being a dominatrix.”
“Well, I’m not into being tied down or anything.”
Genevieve nibbled his earlobe between her teeth. “Now you’re just giving me ideas.”
She jumped with surprise when large hands closed on her hips, easily picking her up to turn her around. Within seconds, she found herself straddling his lap. “Don’t strain your shoulder.”
He made a dismissive noise. “I’m fine. If you only knew some of my ideas, sweetheart, you’d run screaming.”
“Oh, yeah? Big, bad man. You forget how long I’ve had to fantasize.”
“So, what do you want? Tell me.”
She shouldn’t have teased him. By the hard glint in his eyes, she was about to see the full force of his dominant personality. She couldn’t wait. “I want your hands on me.”
“Do you want me inside of you?”
His words turned her on as much as his touch. She nodded.
“Then say it. Say, ‘Fuck me, Alex.’”
Her stomach knotted in arousal. “Fuck…me. Alex, please.”
He cupped her face and smiled into her eyes. “I can get a bit rough in bed. If you want me to stop, just tell me and I will.” He lowered his head to hers, his surprisingly soft lips brushing against hers.
He kissed her without demand, his hand coming up to cup her breast. It was sweet and pleasant, but she wanted a more aggressive touch as the heat built inside her. She tilted her head farther back and raised one hand to grip his hair. She tugged gently, and he seemed to approve of the slight pain. Alex gripped her jaw with one strong hand and turned her head forcefully to an angle he approved of, his tongue pushing past her lips. He thrust with his tongue, while his hand rubbed in a circular motion on her breast.
She tightened her legs and squeezed his thighs, but it didn’t help much. Feeling bold, she captured his tongue on the next thrust and sucked on it.
He tore his mouth away from her, his eyes hot and narrowed with arousal. “Stand up.”
She stood, facing him. His cock had completely hardened during their kiss. Alex sat back in the armchair and studied her from top to bottom. His body was long and rangy, the white bandage a sharp contrast to his dark skin. She attempted a wobbly smile. “I feel like a harem girl being surveyed by a sultan.”
A streak of anticipation flitted through her as his eyes grew even hotter. “Well, now, sweetheart. How did you know that’s one ofmyfavorite fantasies?” He snapped his fingers. “But now that I think about it, harem girls are usually wearing a lot less clothes, aren’t they? Strip down, baby.” He relaxed into the chair, looking more tough and arrogant than any man had a right to. Knowing that his arrogance was tempered by the tenderness in his touch made it even more exciting.
She removed her sweater and jeans. She hesitated when she came to her bra and panties and stripped those off slowly.
“That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured hoarsely, staring at her body with a worshipful expression. He looked at her face, which she was sure was red with arousal. “Touch yourself.”
A bolt of surprise and interest shot through her. “In front of you?”
He smiled with wicked intent. “You want me to choose you for my bed, don’t you? Show me why I should.” Still she hesitated. “Are you disobeying me, Genevieve?” He raised an eyebrow. “Because if you are, I may just have to spank you.”
She felt an instant rush of warmth between her legs at the seductive threat. There was a subtle question in his gaze, and she knew he would stop the game immediately if she wanted him to, but she didn’t intend to do so. The sexual tension in the air seduced her.
She cupped her breasts with shaky hands, caressing the curves before capturing the nipples. She hadn’t ever masturbated while standing, but having him watch her turned her on even if her hands didn’t. She closed her eyes and moaned as she pinched her nipples before sliding her hands down her soft belly.
“Open your pussy,” he whispered hoarsely. “Let me see you.”
Teasing him, she slowly spread the lips of her labia apart, displaying the pouting pink flesh and the hard clitoris before dipping her fingers into the wetness and rubbing. She heard him groan and opened her eyes to see him stroking his hard shaft, pleasuring himself with no self-consciousness. The mesmerizing motion captured her eyes. She focused her attention on her clit, small ripples already beginning inside of her. His hand captured her wrist, stilling her motion.
“No,” he said curtly. “I want you to come with my cock inside of you.”
Small shivers of arousal wracked her body, and he didn’t miss a single one. “Look at you, baby. You’re ready to go, and I haven’t even touched you.” He sighed, shaking his head in mock regret. “It’s too bad I need a little more preparation.”
Preparation? He was so aroused he practically vibrated, his penis curving up toward his bellybutton.
When he pulled her closer and tugged her down, she got an inkling of what he was looking for.
