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his pants, savoring the feel of the soft, warm leather stroking his hot length. She shrugged out of her tattered shirt and then pushed down her panties, teasing him more as she did so. When she straightened, she stared at him with defiance and anger in her eyes.
“Fuck,” he murmured. He could feel himself losing control. He wanted to say just screw it, rip open his pants, and take her against the nearest wall.
He shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his shirt up and over his head. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
He unbuckled his belt and placed the thin strip of leather and its dangling weapons gently on a nearby table. His eyes roamed over her naked form. Her milk-chocolate skin gleamed in the candlelight. Her dark-chocolate nipples were already hardened, waiting for his mouth. The slight swell of her stomach begged for his kisses. Her bare mounds were revealed to his gaze. He couldn’t wait to spread her legs wide and taste her, eat her until she screamed for him.
“You look beautiful, love, as I always knew you would, even before I saw the disc.” He watched her face. Emotions flitted across her features too quickly for him to take account of them all. Drogan took in a shaky breath as the scent of her arousal mixed with the jasmine floating in the air. He wanted her so badly, but he had to keep control of himself. He licked his lips again and smiled at her.
“Kneel,” he ordered.
Rena went down to her knees slowly, face tilted up to him, watching him warily. There were still traces of anger on her face. Drogan undid his pants, leaned down and took off his boots, then shoved his leather pants down. Taking hold of his shaft, he started to stroke himself slowly, savoring the image before him.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I hired you for the job as my assistant, and now I have you. Not only will I get to carry out your fantasies but mine as well.”
He let go of his cock and walked over to the wall. After selecting a black silken scarf, Drogan returned and crouched down behind her. He draped the soft cloth over her shoulder, then pulled it up slowly, letting it slide against her nipple.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, ignoring the throb of his balls.
He watched as she complied with his orders. He carefully placed the blindfold over her eyes and tied it tight.
“I’m going to place you on the bed. You will stretch your arms out over your head. You will also address me as ‘Captain, sir,’ unless told otherwise. Understand?”
“Yes, Captain, sir,” she gritted out through clenched teeth.
He rolled his eyes upward, loving the sound of his rank on her lips, her voice husky with arousal and anger. His cock throbbed with the need to slip into her wet pussy and fuck her, brand her, forget about playing games. But he couldn’t do that, not yet. He had to get her so worked up, so out of her mind, she would forget why she was here and care only about the pleasure he, and only he, could give her.
Drogan picked her up with ease. Holding her in his arms, he carried her to the bed. He climbed onto the mattress and made his way to the center, holding her. He laid her down and waited for her to follow his orders. He took one outstretched arm and slipped her hand through the loop of a silken rope attached to the bed. He climbed over her body and did the same thing to her other arm.
“Try to pull out.” He watched her tug, but she couldn’t get free. “Good.”
He moved off of the bed and walked along the wall of toys until he found what he wanted. Drogan chose a wireless silver bullet, a vibrating butt plug, and unflavored lube. He got back on the bed, spread Rena’s legs wide, and teased her slick folds with the smooth bullet. Then he slipped it inside.
“I want you to remain still. Do not move. Do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes, Captain, sir.” Her voice was soft and husky but not as rough with anger as before. Her body had also relaxed into the bed, which he took as a good
“Fuck,” he murmured. He could feel himself losing control. He wanted to say just screw it, rip open his pants, and take her against the nearest wall.
He shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his shirt up and over his head. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
He unbuckled his belt and placed the thin strip of leather and its dangling weapons gently on a nearby table. His eyes roamed over her naked form. Her milk-chocolate skin gleamed in the candlelight. Her dark-chocolate nipples were already hardened, waiting for his mouth. The slight swell of her stomach begged for his kisses. Her bare mounds were revealed to his gaze. He couldn’t wait to spread her legs wide and taste her, eat her until she screamed for him.
“You look beautiful, love, as I always knew you would, even before I saw the disc.” He watched her face. Emotions flitted across her features too quickly for him to take account of them all. Drogan took in a shaky breath as the scent of her arousal mixed with the jasmine floating in the air. He wanted her so badly, but he had to keep control of himself. He licked his lips again and smiled at her.
“Kneel,” he ordered.
Rena went down to her knees slowly, face tilted up to him, watching him warily. There were still traces of anger on her face. Drogan undid his pants, leaned down and took off his boots, then shoved his leather pants down. Taking hold of his shaft, he started to stroke himself slowly, savoring the image before him.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I hired you for the job as my assistant, and now I have you. Not only will I get to carry out your fantasies but mine as well.”
He let go of his cock and walked over to the wall. After selecting a black silken scarf, Drogan returned and crouched down behind her. He draped the soft cloth over her shoulder, then pulled it up slowly, letting it slide against her nipple.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, ignoring the throb of his balls.
He watched as she complied with his orders. He carefully placed the blindfold over her eyes and tied it tight.
“I’m going to place you on the bed. You will stretch your arms out over your head. You will also address me as ‘Captain, sir,’ unless told otherwise. Understand?”
“Yes, Captain, sir,” she gritted out through clenched teeth.
He rolled his eyes upward, loving the sound of his rank on her lips, her voice husky with arousal and anger. His cock throbbed with the need to slip into her wet pussy and fuck her, brand her, forget about playing games. But he couldn’t do that, not yet. He had to get her so worked up, so out of her mind, she would forget why she was here and care only about the pleasure he, and only he, could give her.
Drogan picked her up with ease. Holding her in his arms, he carried her to the bed. He climbed onto the mattress and made his way to the center, holding her. He laid her down and waited for her to follow his orders. He took one outstretched arm and slipped her hand through the loop of a silken rope attached to the bed. He climbed over her body and did the same thing to her other arm.
“Try to pull out.” He watched her tug, but she couldn’t get free. “Good.”
He moved off of the bed and walked along the wall of toys until he found what he wanted. Drogan chose a wireless silver bullet, a vibrating butt plug, and unflavored lube. He got back on the bed, spread Rena’s legs wide, and teased her slick folds with the smooth bullet. Then he slipped it inside.
“I want you to remain still. Do not move. Do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes, Captain, sir.” Her voice was soft and husky but not as rough with anger as before. Her body had also relaxed into the bed, which he took as a good
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