A Strict Seduction by Maria Del Rey Page B

limbs emphasised by black high heels. Was she enjoying my discomfort? I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that she had never looked sexier, and the bulging of my prick was a painful reminder of the effect she was having on me.
    â€˜It’s so revealing,’ I tried to explain, my eyes travelling over her body only inches away from me.
    â€˜What about my scent?’ she asked, suddenly leaning over me, offering her slender throat so I could breathe her perfume. It was an aphrodisiac, making me feel almost dizzy, my eyes only inches from her breasts offered so temptingly close.
    â€˜A lovely perfume,’ I agreed, aware that her nipples were such hard points against the tight velvet of her dress.
    â€˜Jim bought it for me,’ she informed me, stepping away again, almost skipping across the room like an excited schoolgirl.
    â€˜But the dress…’ I reminded her.
    Suddenly she dropped the velvet purse she’d been holding, the perfect accessory for her dress. I watched as she bent over to pick it up, keeping her legs straight as she moved over at the waist, the tight dress parting her bottom cheeks before riding up sensuously over her skin. As I had thought, she was wearing no panties, and for one tantalising moment I was treated to a glimpse of her bare bottom, the dark hairs around her bulging sex visible from behind. Before I had time to react she was standing again, looking at me with pursed lips, as though unaware of what I had seen and deep in thought as to what to do next.
    â€˜Maybe you’re right,’ she finally decided, ‘perhaps this is a bit too showy. Let me show you the next one, then you can decide.’
    I didn’t have the power to object. I merely nodded my agreement, and followed her with my eyes as she left the room. Damn it, I knew she was playing some strange game, flaunting her lithe young body, parading herself and enjoying my feelings of discomfort and excitement.
    I stood up and walked to the drinks cabinet, adjusting my trousers, glancing down to see my cock etched against my clothing. She had to have seen that; there was no way that even a casual glance would have missed my erection. My hands were shaking as I poured myself a neat scotch and gulped down the amber drink. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the image of her breasts, trying to forget the image of her bent over, legs parted and set straight – trying but not succeeding.
    â€˜Paul, Paul!’
    I sighed, wondering what new torture she had decided to inflict on me. She was calling from her bedroom, so I went to the bottom of the stairs to find out what she wanted.
    â€˜Could you just have a look at something for me?’ she called, a pleading note to her voice.
    I kept calm as I climbed the stairs. Her bedroom door was open and I just went in, vowing to keep cool no matter what she wanted. She was standing by her wardrobe, dressed only in a lacy bra and a short red mini-skirt, just as short as the dress had been. The wardrobe door was open, a mad jumble of clothes inside it. She smiled in a good-natured sort of way, that naïve smile she reserved especially for me.
    â€˜Could you reach up there for me?’ she asked, pointing to a sports bag lodged on top of the wardrobe. The bra was almost see-through, a frilly black lace thing which lifted and parted her breasts, and barely covered her hardening nipples. It was a tease, but she was acting as though nothing untoward was happening.
    â€˜What’s up there?’ I said, sighing, looking from her breasts to her eyes, and realising just how much she was enjoying my attentions.
    â€˜I’ve got a matching skirt and blouse in there, I’d just like to try them on.’
    â€˜How did you get the bag up there?’ I complained.
    â€˜Ah… Now I remember,’ she exclaimed delightedly. She reached for the vanity chair in front of the dressing table and positioned it by the wardrobe. ‘Jim held the chair while