As soon as he paid, he barely said “thanks” as he turned, took me by the hand, and whisked me to a room only a few doors down from the receptionist. When we got inside, I turned, expecting him to throw me on the bed.
But instead, he stood still at the door frame, a wicked grin on his face.
“What?” I said, half-nervous, half-excited for the next several minutes.
“All my life, I’ve been rushing from one thing to the next,” he said. “In a hurry to dominate. In a hurry to win. But you know what? Now I know I’ve won. I’ve got no need to rush. So I’m going to enjoy this. And we’re going to start by having you take your clothes off.”
I looked at him with a smirk on my face as I folded my arms. Take my clothes off? What, so I could stand like a model for an art class?
“Did you not hear me?” Liam said. “I said take your clothes off.”
“Come and take—”
“Now, Kelly.”
Oh, how fucking hot it was hearing that assertive, controlling voice like so. I started by removing my top. I could see Liam’s eyes undressing me before I even got there. As I took my jeans off, leaving me with just my bra and underwear on, I could see the power of what Liam was doing.
It was one thing if he took my clothes off. It was another when he just sat back and only his words could compel me to do so. He had such control over me that he didn’t even need to touch me to get me naked.
And you know what? As I unclasped my bra and let my breasts fall free, as I took my panties off and stood with my pussy exposed, I couldn’t help but feel like a work of art, not so much because I had some arrogant pride in myself, but because Liam looked at me with such desire that I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Yes,” he said, walking around me, admiring me. “Such perfection. Such fucking beauty.”
I shivered, but not because I was cold. I was getting goosebumps from his mere words. It was like they were reaching me, piercing inside me, giving me mini-orgasms throughout my skin.
“And you know what the best part about this body is?” he said, slowly running fingers over me.
I never thought moving so slowly could make me feel so submissive to him.
“It’s mine, all mine,” he said. “And I like to take care of the things that are mine. So rest assured that as you stand here, as I make you mine, you will be feeling things you have never felt before. You thought the last time we were naked together was enthralling? You have no idea.”
He punctuated his “have no idea” by brushing his finger over my clit. I literally whimpered on the spot, begging for him to do more, but his touch had merely been a tease. He looked at me, chuckled, and went behind me. I felt his hands brush over my stomach rise up to my breasts, give some gentle squeezes, and then kiss me on the neck.
“You belong to me, Kelly,” he said, “and not just here. You belong to me entirely. I will be by your side, and in return, when you are here with me naked, you will do whatever I want. Is that understood?”
I nodded hurriedly. I just wanted him to fuck me!
But when my mind slowed down just a second, I realized he’d said something so profound. He would be by my side. I was getting him in my life. We were…
We were going to be a couple.
My child’s father and I were going to be a couple.
And that alone, even more than this dom-sub foreplay of words, was enough to make this entire day, this last month, really, these last two years, all worth it.
“Now then,” he said.
Finally, he turned me around and kissed me.
I pressed my hips into his. He took my hand and pressed it against his groin, and I happily obliged by massaging the outline of his cock. It was somehow as hard and stiff as I’d ever felt it; apparently, I wasn’t the only one who got incredibly excited by the whole “me as naked statue” foreplay.
For quite a bit of time, we just stood there kissing passionately. It was an odd duality, to both want to rush to have him inside of me but to also want to take our time and enjoy what each moment had to offer. I enjoyed kissing Liam, most especially knowing that I had plenty of time with him to do whatever we wanted. What was another few seconds of kissing?
“Down, girl,” he eventually said.
I was more than happy to oblige. I knew he didn’t mean slow down.
I lifted his shirt off of him and began trailing kisses down his neck, down his chest, and down his belly. I dropped to my knees on the carpet and started unbuckling his belt.
“I like looking up to you like this,” I said with a smile. “You look even more rugged and sexy from down here.”
“And you’re a fucking beauty wherever you are,” he replied, drawing a laugh from me.
I sprung his cock free from his boxers. Somehow, maybe because of the angle of him standing up, it seemed so imposing. It was just waiting for me to take it.
And so I did. I started my hand at the base of his shaft and, returning the favor when he’d made me stand still and just let him admire me, I went slow. I was in no rush to jerk him off and make him finish; what was the fun in that? No, I’d had to
