His Submissive: Body Worship Read Free

through the doorway. Just watches.
    It’s probably thirty seconds before I can get myself to move, to wander toward the open bathroom door, to catch myself with my hands on either side of the doorway. Kai, gaze trained always on me, uncrosses his arms. I take the body language as an invitation and step into the small tiled room, where I lean back against the wall opposite the blond sex god.
    He’s still wearing that sweet, reassuring smile, but his gaze slides with slow deliberation down to my cleavage, then to the generous amount of thigh I’m flashing below the hem of my dress. His focus snaps back up to my heated face. “Do you want to do something more than watch?” he asks. At last.
    My hands want to pinch and stroke my clit, knead my tits, squeeze and pry apart the round cheeks of my ass. It’s all I can do not to touch myself. I press my palms flat against the wall and nod so slightly in response.
    “Good,” Kai breathes as his weight comes up off the counter and he looms over me. Those full lips brush mine almost experimentally, and I feel embarrassment at how quickly, eagerly I open my mouth for his tongue. With his large hand cupping my face, his thumb rubs hard over my lips, smearing away the red lipstick and pulling at my chin to make me open wide. Then he gives me what I want, penetrating my mouth with his tongue, slow and warm at first, then deeper and harder. My hands will not be restrained. I delight at the firmness of his flesh as my fingers slide up his chest and neck and into his damp hair. I lace my hands so gently through the cool, soft strands.
    When Kai purrs from the back of his throat, I could just cry. He likes it, I realize, the way I’ve opening my lips for him, the way my fingers are massaging his scalp and his temples. His response is not what I expect. Kai’s hands close into fists at the base of my skull, pulling my long hair roughly, forcing my head back for an even deeper kiss. I whimper against his lips, mewing at the dull pain low on my scalp, but more so at the intense need to wrap my legs around his hips and feel his hard cock against the quavering lips of my pussy.
    I’m reluctant to give up his mouth when Kai lifts his face to stare down at me. “Stop?” he asks.
    “No.”
    My voice is hoarse, but at least I found it. I’ve been waiting for this… No, not waiting. I’ve never believed this moment would actually come. I’ve been fantasizing, obsessing, about this kind of immediate attraction, this heated, rushed act of passion. No matter who I pictured in my dark fantasies, my lover was always looming over me, so much bigger and stronger, always pulling my hair and forcing me to my knees, determined to take me in every way possible. And it was so frequently Kai.
    His hold on my hair tightens. “More?”
    “Yes,” I sigh, and he rewards me by pulling harder, making me arch my back, driving my hips forward against his and the massive ridge of the erection between his legs. I whimper at the size of it, the hard impression straining out even through the plush towel. The few boyfriends I’ve been with were nothing like Kai, not smooth and charming and intense, not nearly so handsome, not half so…well endowed.
    When he bends his face toward mine again—god, I can feel the warmth coming off his skin, or maybe off mine—I stretch up for his lips, as much as his hold on my hair will allow. Once, twice, three times he brings his mouth within a breath of my searching lips, only to teasingly withdraw without kissing me. The tiny mew of frustration nested in the back of my throat puts another broad grin on his sculpted face.
    “Why do you keep your distance from everyone?” Kai asks, his face so near that my eyes nearly cross trying to focus on his. “Because you’re shy? Or because you want to goad someone into coming and taking you?”
    My hands have settled on the nape of Kai’s neck, grasping tight, holding him to me with desperation. “Yes,” I whisper, adding