“My eyes are up here,” she chuckled.
“Sorry,” I whispered. “I’m no better than a man.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.”
She gave me a playful shove and I fell back against the blankets with a thump. I gasped as she leaned down, her knee parting mine.
Oh my god.I was going to die. Combust? Faint? Just seeing her like this made my body go still.
“You’re shocking the hell out of me right now,” I whispered.
Her brows pulled together. “Too much?”
“No,” I gasped. “God, no. You’re stunning. I don’t know what to do with myself. I didn’t expect you to be so dominant, but I’m glad you are.”
“I can be. I’m a switch. Which means tomorrow night I’ll be like you with pretty doe eyes, begging to come.”
My mouth dropped.
No one had ever spoken to me this way. No one had ever made mefeelthis way.
“Did you think about me this week?” she asked as she stroked my inner thigh with her thumb. Her hand slowly eased up higher, inching closer and closer to my pussy.
“Yes,” I said.
“While you touched yourself?”
I whimpered and nodded. “Yes.”
“What’d you imagine?”
My eyes followed her hand and the slow, tantalizing circles she made with her thumb. She was so close to my pussy.So close.“I thought about riding your face,” I whispered. I sucked in a breath as her fingers grazed my slit. “I thought about tasting you. Kissing you. I wondered what it would be like for my fingers to be inside you.”
I squeaked as two fingers roamed over my clit.
Madi paused. “If I’m doing too much, you have to tell me,” she said. “Okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I squeaked out.
Madi wrinkled her nose. “Ma’am is way too formal. I’m not your high school teacher.”
I propped myself up slightly with a lopsided smile. “Mistress? Madam? Madam Madi? Mine?”
Her velvet lips brushed mine as her hand slid up my body. “I like Mistress, if you want to give me some sort of honorific.”
“Honorific,” I repeated.
She smiled against my mouth. “Let’s save the kinky stuff for another night. I just want to fuck you right now, and all of those things need more conversations before we do them.”
“Okay,” I agreed. “But we will talk about them.”
“We will.”
“And you can still pull my hair. And spank me.”
Madi could really do whatever she wanted to me and I’d be happy.
She laughed. “Well, maybe we can do those things.”
