His hand stilled mine. “Tell me what ye need.”
I thought fast. One thing about Tyler was that he had my back in any decision, whether he liked it or not.
“When we talked about sex work, you asked if I wanted to go back to it.”
In the dimly lit room, his throat bobbed. “That’s your choice.”
“If I wanted to practice, would you help me?”
He stayed quiet, some internal battle playing out. Then he inclined his head.
I scooted off the bed and switched our places, guiding him to sit. This time, I didn’t immediately reach for his jeans, instead, lightly touching his shoulder to ensure his focus was solely on me.
I rolled my head, stretching out, then pushed between his knees, getting into his space. Obediently, Tyler moved forward on the bed, and his hands came to my hips.
Good boy.
If I’d planned this better, or at all, I would’ve dressed up for him, but this was fine. I did my best work naked. Like I’d done before, I made a show of stripping my shirt, holding it over my chest. Hiding the goods.
“You’re a client.” The words tasted old. Unfamiliar. But I wanted to see if they still owned me. Or if I owned them now. “You paid for a service. Correct me if I do anything wrong or if there’s something you want me to do.”
His chest rose and fell on a heavy sigh. “I’m not doing that. Everything ye do is right.”
Damn his sweetness.
I dropped one side of the shirt then the other, giving him an inches-close view of my breasts, still encased in a pretty bra. Not the deliciously slutty kind, but purple lace with matching underwear. A step up from what he’d seen before.
Tyler swallowed, then dragged his attention to my face.
“Eyes here.” I ran a finger down his cheek and in a line across to me. Then I hooked the bra cup and teased inside. No reveal, just to get his gaze locked on.
“Touch me,” I ordered.
He brought his hands to my waist, his grip hot but light. Not the clash I wanted. Yet his gaze burned and his neck muscles strained. Need poured off him in a storm. It lit up every one of my senses. Whatever tight control he had on his body, he couldn’t stop his mind.
“Take my leggings down. Don’t close your eyes.”
Tyler gritted his jaw but obeyed, stripping them to leave me in just my underwear. He did it fast. No lingering.
“You’re not supposed to make this easy,” I murmured.
That jaw flexed. “No part of this is easy.”
Good.
Still between his knees, I tapped the hands that had returned to their safe place at my waist. “Your punishment. No touching for a minute.”
He fisted the sheets either side of him and stared at me, his expression closed off but his eyes burning.
Inside me, answering heat flared. I loved everything about performing for him. He wanted so much but would never take. My goal of breaking him hit hard.
Swinging my hips, I turned around, giving him an eyeful of my ass in the tiny purple underwear, then I reached and unclipped my blonde hair, shaking it down my back.
I let him enjoy the view then peeked back, a coy glance over my shoulder with my lashes lowered. “If you were paying, what would you ask for?”
He pressed his lips together, no answer coming, but red stained his cheeks.
I raised my hands above my head and drew one down the other arm, all the way to wind behind me to unclip my bra. I tossed it away, then reached back for his hands.
