That’s when I slowed my actions, turning so my back was facing him. In giving him a little striptease, I realized it was something I’d never done before. Which was why I was obviously stiff in my movements.
Yet when I closed my eyes, I managed to become Aphrodite, more easily able to play the seductress. There was something freeing about not being me and when I was completely naked, instead of feeling a rush of embarrassment as I’d suspected, I was euphoric. How was that possible?
I spun in a circle, tossing my hair back and forth. Even with no music, I created a dance, moving back and forth, utilizing the furniture as props. If anyone I knew could see me now, they’d think I was crazy, but I was enjoying myself.
His heavy breathing was pure encouragement.
I don’t think he’d even blinked once during my performance. When I ended by dropping to the floor, I heard him sucking in his breath.
“Come to me, Aphrodite. Come now.”
I’d always had a naughty side of me and tonight I figured why not show it off. This wasn’t about being me but about being a vixen. So I took my time crawling toward him, tossing my hair several times along the way.
With just two or three inches gained, I sensed his patience waning. Even the shadowed expression he wore was different, the mask unable to hide the fact his nostrils had flared.
“Come, now. My punishments are harsh and swift.”
His tone was enthralling, even darker than before.
So I took my time.
I should have known that challenging a beast in the wild wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had. The realization was quick and without remorse when I was barely a few inches away. He thudded his glass on the table and easily yanked me off the floor and over his lap.
Without a moment of warning, he brought his hand down on my backside several times.
The effect was jarring, so much so I was pulled into a few seconds of utter shock. I don’t know what I’d anticipated by bending his rules.
After a few seconds while the discomfort had drifted to sheer pain, fight or flight kicked in. This wasn’t about hurting me in the manner I’d been terrified of, but about requiring full obedience just like he’d already demanded.
When I almost slipped off his lap, he gritted out a series of dark and husky growls while jerking me back into position. He was even more excited than before, his throbbing cock pressing into my stomach keeping butterflies roaming within.
Panting, I pushed up from the chair, but his hold was too strong. I was going nowhere.
With every crack of his hand, I was pushed into another level of euphoria, which was as pleasing as it was surprising. I was shocked how exciting it was, realizing I was so wet my juice had already trickled to the inside of my thighs. I clenched my legs together and as soon as I did, he brushed the tips of his fingers around my aching buttocks in circle after circle.
His touch pulled me into another lull and I cinched my eyes shut, able to breathe more easily where his remained labored.
After four additional brutal smacks, he rolled his fingers down my spine, taking a few seconds to run his other hand through my hair. The way he pulled me into his lap was comforting in another surprising way. More than anything I wanted to remove his mask, to enjoy the moment of seeing every inch of him, but the rules were the rules.
With me on his lap, he sat back against the seat while grabbing his glass of champagne. After taking a sip, he fisted my hair and in a complete surprise, he yanked me forward, crushing his mouth over mine.
Without any hesitation, he slipped his tongue past my lips, his sip of bubbly flowing into my mouth. The shock of bubbles was delicious and sinful. I almost laughed as the liquid tickled my throat.
He refused to let me go, the kiss as passionate and as full of desire as before. I pressed my hand against his chest, shuddering as the heat sliced across my fingertips, his skin hot to the touch.
The way his tongue explored my mouth was another reminder of his power. And why? Because I was completely in limbo. There was nothing else around us but the longing that I’d remember for weeks or months to come. Talk about fueling fantasies.
When he finally broke the kiss, he pulled me onto my knees, leaning his head back against the smooth leather. The hotel suite buzzed with quiet power erupting from the aura surrounding him.
With his fingers flexed open, he rolled them down from my neck to my chest, cocking his head and swirling the tip of one around first one nipple then the other. The effect was scintillating, leaving goosebumps tickling every inch of skin.
He continued exploring, the kiss of his fingertips as he traced the skin on my thighs pushing tiny moans past my lips. Just watching him was incredible, but when I caught glimpses of myself in the glass, I hadn’t been prepared for the girl staring back at me.
The vision wasn’t haunting. It was invigorating.
His concentration so intense, not once did he glance into my eyes, absorbed in what he was doing. He cocked his head, moving his hand between my legs. When he neared my aching pussy, I grabbed his shoulder with one hand, my body swaying back and forth. I was so wet, more so than I could remember being and he easily knew how aroused I was given the scent floating between us.
A smile spread across his face before he grabbed his glass, this time draining the remainder of the liquid. I had no idea what to expect after he returned his flute to the table. When he pulled me even closer, I had difficulty breathing from the knots forming in my stomach.
