I catch myself with my palms flat against the mirror and watch his every move.
His heated stare targets my backside. Low and deep, he hums, contemplating all the things he wants to do to me. Calloused hands tickle as they gently run along the fabric of my hips. Tugging on my shorts, he demands, “Take these off.”
Hooking my fingers through the loops, I peel my shorts down, grazing something hard as I bend farther than necessary to give him a good view.
Then I consider the chances that I can Uno reverse this situation and make him come in my mouth.
“I know what you’re doing.” His voice is deliciously low and menacing.
Pretending I don’t know what he’s talking about, I slip my fingers into the waistband of my panties.
He grabs my arm. “Keep these on. After I win, and you’re soaked, I want you to wear your shame. Every time you move, you—and anyone near you—will be reminded of my win and my power over you.”
Fuck.I swallow his promise. Like a virus, it infects me, with evidence of the infection appearing as goose bumps on my skin.
“Spread your legs. Ass out for me.” I lean forward slightly, putting more weight against my hands on the glass so my backside is accessible to him.
“Keep your hands there. Don’t move them.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.”
With his thigh wedged between my legs, he commands, “Sit.”
“Yes, Master.” I lower myself until I’m perched right on his thigh.
Caleb grips my waist. Using his thumb and pointer finger, he tilts my hips forward, angling my clit perfectly on his muscular quad.
It’sthespot. And it’s at this moment I lose my confidence.
When he reaches around, he grabs my throat and leans me back against him, resting my head on his shoulder. He wraps his other arm around my waist, holding me close, trailing hot kisses down my jawline and neck.
I part my lips.
His lips are soft against my skin while his hand grips me firm around my neck. In between kisses and nips, he chokes me. Each time, he loosens his grip to let me breathe before resuming the deliciously dark threat of his pressure.
The feel of oxygen returning to my foggy brain has me craving the haze all over again.
I inhale sharply.
“Mm... So, you like danger... Just how much can you handle?” Caleb breathes in my ear. Keeping his hold of my neck, he grazes his free hand up to my chest and over my breast. He kneads my swollen lump in his palm, massaging in circles, before he pinches and tugs my nipple.
I hiss, then bite my bottom lip, hiding my moan.
He chuckles low in my ear. “By all means, speak up. Let them hear how much of a dirty little slut you are for me.”
I let out my moan.
“Muchbetter... I like that,” he whispers and squeezes my throat, restricting my airways once more. “If I wanted you silent, you would be.”
When he’s not tugging, he’s massaging, kneading, pinching and rolling my nipples. He repeats this over and over—alternating between kissing my neck and shoulder and nibblingon my ear. He removes his hand from my breast and trails it down my body.
I still in anticipation. My chest heaves as I try not to move my head and follow his skilled hand with my eyes. I fail, and my head looks down slightly but is jolted back up with his grip on my neck.
Unable to see what he’s doing, and only able to feel what he will do to me. My heart is racing.
His hand travels past my stomach and finally reaches my mound, brushing over the material. My head lolls back, grateful for his newest discovery. My luck is fleeting because he keeps venturing south, grazing past my needs to my thigh.
