The black boxer briefs he wears leave little for the imagination. I can see the outline of his cock—thick and proud—straining against the material. My mouth waters at the sight.
“Wait,” I say, before he can push them down as well. “Come to your queen.”
Yeah, I’m trying it.
Sue me.
Pleasure blossoms in my belly when Vin obediently steps forward, chest heaving. I flick my chin towards my feet, and he drops to his knees, once more granting me complete and utter control of his body and pleasure. I read an article once that said alpha men often like to give control to their partners during sex—for them to have a safe place where they don’t always need to be in charge.
And I’ll give him this. I’ll grant him a safe space where he’s free to do whatever the fuck he wants. To be whoever he wants.
Without speaking, I lift my foot and place it on his shoulder. I don’t know what I’m doing—or if I’m even doing this right—but I can’t ignore the painful ache in my stomach. I…I like being in control. I like seeing a man as proud as Vin on his knees for me. I don’t know if I’ll be this dominant and confident with any of my other men, but with him? I like holding the leash he has on his tenuous control.
He begins to pepper kisses up my ankle and to my calf, stopping at my knee, and then licking down the same trail his lips just made. He gives the same treatment to my other leg, leaving me a panting, moaning mess.
“Kiss me,” I rasp, licking my unbearably dry lips.
“Yes, mistress.” He straightens on his knees, his face level with my own, and tenderly, almost reverently, kisses my lips.
“Harder,” I beg.
With a groan, he deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. Fire sparks in my veins as our lips clash and battle. He doesn’t just kiss me—he devours me. He kisses me like I’m the air he needs to breathe, the food he needs to eat, the water he needs to drink. Each swipe of his tongue against my own tells a story.
I twist my head, and his lips immediately lower to my neck, sucking at the smooth skin there. Tangling my fingers in his short hair, I pull his head back marginally.
“What do you want?” I breathe.
“You,” he answers instantly, eyes wild with need.
I release his hair and nod towards his boxers.
“Take them off.”
Breathing labored, he stands and slides the boxers down his legs, his cock springing free, already dripping with pre-cum. I lean forward to take his hard length in my hand, tugging twice before releasing him. He groans as if he’s in physical pain—pain that can only be alleviated by my touch. A twisted part of me likes having that type of power over him.
Moving to my feet, I turn to give him my back.
“Help me out of this, will you?”
“Yes, mistress.” Quickly, he steps forward, hands trembling as he attempts to undo the laces. “How the fuck…?” he mutters beneath his breath as he tugs at them. It takes longer than we both would like, but soon, the dress is in a puddle of pink fluff around my feet. Dressed in only the corset and panties, I face him once more.
“Good boy,” I praise, reaching between us to tug on his cock. I rub my fingers over his head before using his own pre-cum as lubrication for the rest of his length. There’s something arousing about a man’s cock, about the velvety softness over steel. “Get the rest of this off of me.”
I once more give him my back as he attempts to remove my corset. If he thought my dress was hard…
After a minute of concentration, Vin stomps away, opens up a drawer in the kitchen, and returns with a knife. In one fatal swoop, he cuts the garment straight from my body. Immediately, my breasts spring free, my nipples already beaded nubs.
I turn towards him once more, and his eyes immediately lower to my aching tits. He’s panting, as desperate for a taste of me as I am of him. Soon. We’ll do that soon.
For now, the game has only just begun.
“Take my panties off,” I command. When his hands immediately drop to the fabric, I click my tongue. “With your teeth.”
Eyes radiating heat, Vin drops to his knees before me once more. A wicked smirk pulls up his lips as he captures the waistband of my panties with his teeth, grazing them across my sensitive skin. I moan softly as he lowers the silky material, each tug bringing his face closer to where I so desperately need him.
It’s torture, agonizing torture, as I watch his hooded eyes bring the fabric all the way down to my feet. Only then do I step out of them. Vin remains on his knees before me, awaiting my instruction. If his labored breathing and erect cock are any indication, he likes this game just as much as I do.
“Service your queen,” I demand, once more sitting back down on the chair with my legs extended. I know that he has a perfect view of my pussy lips, glistening with the evidence of my arousal.
His lips twitch once at my comment, but he obediently leans forward and swipes his tongue through my wet folds. It’s a teasing touch, one that sets off fireworks in my chest. I close my eyes in utter bliss as he brings that delicious tongue of his back to my pussy.
He takes his time, his tongue gliding up and down my slit as he drinks from me. He uses both of his hands to push my legs further apart, resting comfortably between them. I grab the back of Vin’s head as he slides one finger into my slick channel.
“Fuck, Vin,” I whimper as that finger is
