You look up into his eyes and feel his arousal. Oh fuck – those eyes... you could just get...
A razor grin spreads on his face. It's impossible not to stare into his eyes.
"Take off that sweatshirt," he says in a low voice.
You shiver and raise your arms up. He helps you out of the garment, revealing a flimsy white tank underneath.
"I can see you're quite agitated," he says with a chuckle, you nod, staring at your pronounced nipples, "Allow me to relieve you of that."
"Oh yes–" you hear yourself say as you are swung into the wall, his lips diving to yours for another kiss.
His hands assault you. He's not the least bit gentle, but that turns you on. You fight back in your kisses, the way you turn away and squirm. By the end of it, your hair is tossed three different ways and you are the very essence of disheveled.
You stare defiantly into his eyes and he says, "Take off those jeans for me, would you, ?"
Something inside you hesitates. You don't really need this - you don't. He's making you feel... amazing but - you don't need this, you don't. You could refuse him. You don't really want to take them off. It is odd how fast things have been going and...
You nod obediently. Your hands unfasten your belt. Snap. Zip. You pull them down and step out of them.
He purses his lips, "That's a good girl, ,"
Good girl? The hell? You can't take that. You're not spineless. You don't need such silly approval, no matter how wet it makes you to hear him say that.
"Now the top."
If he wants you to undress, he can do it himself. You won't strip for him. He doesn't-
Your hands come up and you shimmy out of it.
"That's a very good girl."
It must be the cold air. There's no reason why - none at all why words like that should effect you!
"Would you mind doing me a favor?" his fingers trace along your shoulders, tugging on the black lacy strap of your bra, "I have a particular fetish for... women like yourself,"
If he wants to act out his fantasies, he can wait. You want to have fun. There's no way that you'll-
You meet his gaze and nod, "What is it?"
He licks his lips, "Call me Master."
He leans in, kissing you harshly as his hands dive down and touch you. It's hard to process his request, the way his hands tease... why are you so excited? You've never felt this way about a guy before... |