thrust back in a purely
submissive pose.
When she would have shrugged off her coat, Marc
caught her shoulders.
“No.”
Subtle pressure bent her over. She caught her weight on
her hands, feeling awkward and vulnerable and as turned
on as she’d ever been as his hand grazed up the inside of
her thigh, pressing her leg to the left in a smooth demand
before repeating the same caress with the other leg.
His fingertips pressed lightly against her pussy. “I’ve
been thinking about this since morning.”
It was a struggle to find her voice. “What exactly is
‘this’?”
His shadow fel over her as he stood, making her vividly
aware of his size, the need to dominate he’d always kept in
check for her. The need she’d asked him to let loose. His
hands on the waistband of her sweatpants were cold. She
jumped. Her pants and underwear fol owed the shiver as it
snaked down to her toes. “Your ass.”
Which told her nothing and suggested everything.
The snap of his fingers against her right cheek had her
jumping again. “Push back.”
She did.
Another tiny slap, this one so soft it seemed to absorb
the sting of the other. In the aftermath, his palm lingered.
“You liked that?”
There was no way she could deny it, even if every
liberated bone in her body demanded that she do so.
Those betraying goose bumps were at it again,
telegraphing her delight. The zipper of his jeans rasped
loudly in the silence. She swal owed hard; the image of him
taking her ful y clothed played like a siren’s lure in her mind.
Hard, deep, his focus on his pleasure. Oh yes. She wanted
him to take her like that. To use her for his satisfaction, to
let her be nothing more than what he needed this once. Not
having to think, to worry, just being there to satisfy him
would be so good.
His fingers slipped between her thighs, cal used and
rough, sliding easily across her shaved labia. His laugh,
when he found her open and wet, held the smile she’d
missed earlier.
“Looks like you’ve been thinking, too.”
“Yes.” She always thought about him.
“Did you prepare yourself like I ordered?”
He could feel that she had, so he must just want to hear
her say it. “Yes.” Admitting that sent another quiver of
delight through her. Took her another step deeper into her
fantasy where her submissive side got free rein.
“Good.”
He eased his cock up the crack of her ass. It slid
smoothly on the lubricated skin, making her shudder and
push back. His thumbs rubbed the inside of her cheeks,
holding her open for the next stroke.
The fat head of his cock caught on the edge of her anus.
Hunger, hot and dark, shot inward. Her cry was involuntary.
He didn’t move, didn’t even seem to breathe for a second
— and then he snuggled the broad head against the tight
opening, teasing her with the promise of the forbidden.
“Step out of your pants,” he ordered darkly, then stood
stil , letting her efforts to fol ow his order work him up and
down the crease.
As soon as she was free, she resumed her position. He
pushed her ankle with his foot. “Wider.”
She complied immediately, feeling completely exposed.
It only increased her excitement. His cock throbbed against
her. The touch of his fingers changed from caressing to
possessive as he moved her around, letting the head of his
cock probe first her ass and then lower; not entering, just
stroking like one might with a finger.
It was pure torment to stand so, bent over, exposed,
wondering where he would take her. When? Would he be
fast or slow? Would he let her come, or would he leave her
hanging, deliciously ful of his semen, pulsing with
anticipation?
He rubbed his cock over her buttocks. Despite her
efforts to stay quiet, a whimper escaped. It felt too good to
tolerate in silence. He rubbed some more. She gave up the
effort to control her breathing. It came out ragged and loud.
He pul ed back and his cock tapped at her anus. “Are
you