“You look hot.” He leaned forward and reached for her.
“Uh-uh. You only get to touch when I tell you to.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Okay.”
She wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing, but she’d wanted to wear something he’d like, and she wanted to be in charge for a little. The other day, when he’d cooked her dinner and they’d talked for a long time in bed, she’d felt like she was losing some control of the situation.
But not now.
They were going to fuck.
His gaze raked over her, and he licked his lips.
She got a thrill out of turning him on, more than what she’d experienced with other men.
Discarding that thought, she crawled across the bed toward him, her hands and legs staying on either side of his body.
And...oh.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She wouldn’t tell him why she’d winced, not yet.
He was looking down her shirt—he must have a good view of her cleavage in this position—and she watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He kept his hands fisted in the blanket when she touched his cheek and kissed him, her tongue stroking against his.
Next, she got to work on his jeans. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped the zipper, and slid her hand over the hot length of him.
He hissed and tore his mouth away from hers.
Oh, just you wait. She’d hardly gotten started.
She moved to his side and took his erection—as much of it as she could—in her mouth.
He gripped her hair and moved her up and down on his cock. When she squirmed, the toy shifted inside her, and she groaned.
Fuck.
She couldn’t wait any longer. She rolled off him, removed her skirt and panties...and watched his eyes widen. To give him the full effect, she stood up beside the bed and clenched her inner muscles.
She was wearing a dress shirt and vest, but her tits were almost hanging out, and the end of a dildo stuck out of her.
He looked at her with very appreciative shock.
Sebastian was the good son, who’d gone to medical school and hadn’t given up on piano lessons but instead got his ARCT.
And here he was, mouth hanging open, pants undone, watching with rapt attention as Amber pumped a toy in and out of her body.
She took a moment to savor the situation.
She felt like she was the bad girl corrupting him, even though that wasn’t true. He hadn’t had as many sexual partners as she had, but he’d been in relationships and was clearly experienced in making a woman feel good.
And though Amber’s life was actually quite respectable now—decent apartment, decent job—in this position, she felt anything but respectable, and it was a great feeling. Empowering.
Yes, with him, she had power. He wasn’t some asshole with weird and possibly racist preconceived notions of who she should be. They’d known each other for a long time, but—perhaps because they hadn’t seen each other in nine years—she could be who she wanted with him and know he’d see her that way. The way she wanted to be seen.
He yanked off his shirt and crawled toward the edge of the bed. She breathed in swiftly, her attention focused on the swell of his biceps, his erection bobbing between his legs.
And the toy inside her, of course.
He came to sit in front of her on the bed, his feet planted on the ground.
“You,” he whispered, “are incredible. That toy looks so fucking pretty in your pussy.”
Her skin sparked at his words. She loved when he talked to her like this. When he was filthy, rather than the proper man the world saw.
He grasped the end of the dildo. “May I?”
Filthy, but polite.
“Please.”
Slowly, he slid it in and out of her. His gaze was riveted on hers, as though he was memorizing every quick gasp, every flutter of her eyelids.
“God, you’re so sexy.” His other hand moved over her ass, kneading and squeezing. “Naughty girl.” He gave her a light slap.
Then he let go of the toy and unbuttoned her vest, followed by her shirt. These, and her bra, were tossed on the carpet before he returned to sliding the toy inside her.
“Sebastian,” she moaned. “I can’t...I’m not going to...” Her legs started to quiver.
“Come to bed,” he murmured, scooping her ass toward him. She fell on top of him, laughing. “On your elbows and knees.”
It wasn’t a command. Well, not what she thought of as a command. His words were quiet, and not firm—but not weak, either. It wasn’t a question—and yet it was. If it will please you, this is what I want you to do.
She wasn’t in control anymore, and yet she was.
She did exactly as he said, her face toward the foot of the bed, her ass toward the pillows. She sensed him adjusting himself behind her.
“Good girl,” he said.
She was acutely aware of every inch of her bare skin; it felt overly sensitized.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
* * *
Sebastian would touch her soon, but for now, he’d simply enjoy the delectable image in front of him.
Thank God for power outages.
Amber hadn’t simply thrown a few things in a bag and come over to his well-lit home. No, she’d put on a special outfit just for him.
The toy he’d used on her the very first time. Sexy work clothes, similar to the one she’d worn for bubble tea, which he’d professed to like very much.
For him.
And for her, of course. He knew she wouldn’t be doing this if she didn’t enjoy it.
There were so many things he wished to do to her.
“You’re face-down on my bed with your ass in the air,” he observed. “Is that because you need a spanking?”
He could tell from the hitch in her breath that she liked the idea, but he waited for her to speak.
“Yes,” she said.
He wouldn’t spank her hard, but God, he was desperate to see his hand hit her ass.
First, he palmed her ass gently, then raised his hand up.
He smacked her.
She trembled.
“Okay?” he asked.
Her head was pressed against
