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answer. “I think you’d like it if I did. You like to be bossed.” Somehow I make it sound like a statement, but it’s most definitely a question. I’m still feeling out this thing that happened between us, trying to come to grips with what exactly we both liked about it.
Seeming to understand my need, she answers, “Yes.”
Which is awesome, because I liked bossing her. I liked it a lot.
I boss her again now. “What else?”
She looks away before answering. “I guess I liked it when you pinched me. And maybe when you pushed me to my knees. I really liked the way you held my head while you…” She blushes and her skin goes pink from her cheeks to the tips of her nipples.
“You like it rough.”
The tentative way she nods tells me she’s just working this out herself.
Well, that makes two of us. Because I had no idea how thrilling it could be to dominate a woman. Like driving on a clear night down the highway in my Bugatti. It’s a rush like no other—handling something as it moves that fast. Feeling it respond.
I brush my hand across her face, tracing the crimson in her cheeks. “I liked when you opened your legs for me, and I didn’t even have to tell you.”
“I liked how you didn’t let me speak.”
“Which time?”
“All of them.”
God, she’s perfect.
I stand and hold my hand out to her. “Come here.”
She lets me help her, and as soon as she’s on her feet, I capture her wrists and bring them above her head, pushing her back against the wall. After shifting my grip to one hand, I use my other hand to trace my thumb across her bottom lip. It’s plump and swollen from the way I made her take me. It’s such a fucking turn-on, I’m already getting hard again.
“I’ve never been like this with anyone before,” I say, sticking my thumb between her lips.
She tightens her mouth around me and sucks, sending electric shocks down my arms and thighs and to my cock.
I pull my thumb from her lips slowly, prolonging the hum of desire in my veins.
“I’ve never been like this with anyone either,” she says, and I’m as glad as if she’d told me I’d taken her virginity. “I’ve imagined it sometimes, but I’ve never had the courage to ask a guy to try it out.”
“If you had to ask, it would be beside the point.”
“Well. Yes. Exactly.”
Unlike her, I haven’t thought about it. But I get it . It feels natural. Right. The way I want to make her bend to me again and again—it’s like a second engine I’ve just discovered. An engine that’s fully tuned and raring to go.
The possibilities of future trysts stream through my mind as I gather her clothes. Silently, I help her put them on, the whole time thinking about the next time I get her undressed, thinking about her wrists tied behind her back with the sleeves of her blouse. Thinking of the cups of her bra pulled down, propping her tits up for my exploration.
And it hits me. “I have to see you again.”
She takes a shaky breath in, and I’m sure that acquiescence is on the tip of her tongue.
Except then she turns away.
“It’s not a good idea,” she says matter-of-factly, bending to get her jacket. She’s careful to keep her distance and avoid my eyes.
“Uh, what?” I totally did not expect that response.
She straightens and forces her eyes to mine. “I said it’s not a good idea. It’s not. So we had our fun, but we’re done now.”
“Bullshit.” No fucking way is she getting away with that. She must want me to convince her to change her answer.
She shakes her head, her mouth drawn down sullenly. “I have things that I want—things that aren’t you. Things like my job. My father already doesn’t take me seriously. Spending time with you will look like I’m using my body to get what I want at Werner Media, and that won’t help prove to him I’m actually qualified.”
“Your father doesn’t have to know. In fact, he shouldn’t know. Because that’s just…” I don’t have
Seeming to understand my need, she answers, “Yes.”
Which is awesome, because I liked bossing her. I liked it a lot.
I boss her again now. “What else?”
She looks away before answering. “I guess I liked it when you pinched me. And maybe when you pushed me to my knees. I really liked the way you held my head while you…” She blushes and her skin goes pink from her cheeks to the tips of her nipples.
“You like it rough.”
The tentative way she nods tells me she’s just working this out herself.
Well, that makes two of us. Because I had no idea how thrilling it could be to dominate a woman. Like driving on a clear night down the highway in my Bugatti. It’s a rush like no other—handling something as it moves that fast. Feeling it respond.
I brush my hand across her face, tracing the crimson in her cheeks. “I liked when you opened your legs for me, and I didn’t even have to tell you.”
“I liked how you didn’t let me speak.”
“Which time?”
“All of them.”
God, she’s perfect.
I stand and hold my hand out to her. “Come here.”
She lets me help her, and as soon as she’s on her feet, I capture her wrists and bring them above her head, pushing her back against the wall. After shifting my grip to one hand, I use my other hand to trace my thumb across her bottom lip. It’s plump and swollen from the way I made her take me. It’s such a fucking turn-on, I’m already getting hard again.
“I’ve never been like this with anyone before,” I say, sticking my thumb between her lips.
She tightens her mouth around me and sucks, sending electric shocks down my arms and thighs and to my cock.
I pull my thumb from her lips slowly, prolonging the hum of desire in my veins.
“I’ve never been like this with anyone either,” she says, and I’m as glad as if she’d told me I’d taken her virginity. “I’ve imagined it sometimes, but I’ve never had the courage to ask a guy to try it out.”
“If you had to ask, it would be beside the point.”
“Well. Yes. Exactly.”
Unlike her, I haven’t thought about it. But I get it . It feels natural. Right. The way I want to make her bend to me again and again—it’s like a second engine I’ve just discovered. An engine that’s fully tuned and raring to go.
The possibilities of future trysts stream through my mind as I gather her clothes. Silently, I help her put them on, the whole time thinking about the next time I get her undressed, thinking about her wrists tied behind her back with the sleeves of her blouse. Thinking of the cups of her bra pulled down, propping her tits up for my exploration.
And it hits me. “I have to see you again.”
She takes a shaky breath in, and I’m sure that acquiescence is on the tip of her tongue.
Except then she turns away.
“It’s not a good idea,” she says matter-of-factly, bending to get her jacket. She’s careful to keep her distance and avoid my eyes.
“Uh, what?” I totally did not expect that response.
She straightens and forces her eyes to mine. “I said it’s not a good idea. It’s not. So we had our fun, but we’re done now.”
“Bullshit.” No fucking way is she getting away with that. She must want me to convince her to change her answer.
She shakes her head, her mouth drawn down sullenly. “I have things that I want—things that aren’t you. Things like my job. My father already doesn’t take me seriously. Spending time with you will look like I’m using my body to get what I want at Werner Media, and that won’t help prove to him I’m actually qualified.”
“Your father doesn’t have to know. In fact, he shouldn’t know. Because that’s just…” I don’t have
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