“You didn’t,” he said. “I want us to be secure before we let the outside in. After I’ve been inside you, that’s when we’ll let the world know.”
After he’d been inside her. He said those words like it was no big deal, like it was inevitable. Shyla wanted it to be, but joining their bodies wouldn’t be just a quick slip. The only way he’d know that was if she said the words aloud.
“I…”
“Do you like your present?”
Dropping her focus to her cleavage, she slipped her feet down to the floor to arch and show off the lingerie. “I love it. Thank you.”
With her head on his arm and his face so close above hers, she began to drift on a warm sea deeper into the embrace of what was building between them.
“Did you think of me today?” she asked, less nervous about speaking to him that night than she’d been the previous one.
“Every minute was building to this,” he said, examining her features from her hairline to her brows and eyes all the way to her chin and her breasts.
She smiled. “I didn’t think you were the romantic sort… but that was pretty romantic.”
“It’s not my specialty.”
“What is?” she asked, trying to wriggle closer.
“Fucking,” he said and she stopped moving. “Is what it is, Shy.”
The way he was twisted toward her meant he had a hand on his lap. Venturing to pick it up, Shyla was encouraged when he didn’t resist her guiding it onto her body.
Pressing her hand over his, she flattened it just beneath her throat. “I want you to touch me, Phoenix.”
“There isn’t another soul who’s used my first name. Never gave it a thought ‘til I heard it on those lips.”
Pushing her shoulders into the couch, she arched up, easing her body closer to his and forcing his hand lower. Whether he was aware of it or not, she couldn’t tell, but his hand slid onto her breast. With her eyes locked on his, she slowed her breathing when he began to squeeze. Through every second of his fondling, she read his desire growing heavier in his eyes. He squeezed her harder; the urgency of his touch rose.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Her eyes closed and her legs moved up and down, rubbing together. Rocking with the rhythm of his fondling, Shyla couldn’t remember ever feeling that good. His hand glided across both breasts, giving her the attention she craved.
All of a sudden, he curled his fingers into a fist that hovered just an inch above her cleavage. “Damn,” he grumbled.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, easing a hand up between them to cup his face.
He grabbed it away and planted it on her abdomen. Her heart was beating so hard, he could probably feel it. Reaching for her confidence, Shyla pushed up to try kissing him, but he recoiled.
“Relax,” he said. “Just relax.”
Confused about his resistance, she didn’t know what to try next. Whatever he commanded, she’d do. Her lack of success so far proved just how much his direction was needed. Her complicity only began to waver when he skimmed her hand down her stomach, past her navel to the line of her panties.
With his palm still pressing her hand into her flesh, he used the tip of his finger to raise the elastic. Holding her breath in anticipation of what could come next, she waited for him to touch her. But her hand was the only one he guided beneath the fabric, his stayed above, cupping her hand from the outside.
“Phoenix—”
“Play for me, Shy,” he said, leaning down to brush his lips on her brow. “Fulfil my fantasy.”
Watching her play with herself was his fantasy? His hand left her crotch to scoop under her thigh. He hooked her leg over his and pushed the other away, spreading her legs wide, forcing her to slouch further.
“What do you like, baby, huh?” he asked. “Want me to talk to you? Tell you how wet I’m gonna get you before I slide my thick cock into your sweet, tight, little cunt?”
So transfixed by him, she didn’t think about what her fingers were doing until a zip of pleasure quaked right from her sweet spot.
“Mm,” she whimpered.
“I’m gonna fuck you good, Shy,” he murmured, his lips moving on her brow. “I’m gonna lash those delicate wrists of yours to my bed and force you to submit … I’ll put a blindfold over those big, innocent emeralds. You won’t know when it’s coming or how I’ll take you…”
The growled words seemed linked to her fingers that were already coated by her juices. She slid them up and through and round, imagining what it would be like under his command.
“Yes,” she exhaled.
“I’ll tie your ankles to the corners so you won’t be able to resist me. Your legs will stay wide open for me every minute of the day. Any second I think you deserve it, I’ll feed my spunk into that hungry pussy of yours. You won’t say no to me. It won’t be allowed. You’ll run my house. Do my chores and submit to me any time I command you to heel.”
Squirming deeper into the couch, she opened her mouth in a yelp as her fingers quickened. “Would you like that, Little Lamb,” he hissed against her. “To be my compliant little sex slave? Used to satisfy my cock any time I want to get off? You give me a pass and it will be morning and night. You’ll be at my beck and call. I’ll want your mouth, your cunt, your ass, all of you will belong to my cock.”
“Yes,” she said, digging her nails into the seat of the
