bulge in pants. “Let’s see how freaky.” Raising the gun, she motioned to my upper body. “Lose the suit jacket.”
Holy crap! Where had this Alexa been hiding? Even in a dress that reminded me of cotton candy, she looked like a dominatrix ready to teach me a lesson. Did I want to be a bad or a good student? Bad. I wanted to be very, very bad. I was more than ready to get my freak on.
“Now.”
Without hesitation I ripped the jacket off, forgetting the buttons.
“No,” Alexa said sharply, as the ping of the buttons reverberated off the hardwood floors, one rolling under the dresser. “Do it slow.” Her voice lowered to a sensuous hum. “Real slow.”
Every article of clothing I wore constricted my body, like I was turning into the Incredible Hulk, and not because I was angry but because I was so fucking turned on. Because I needed to feel the cool air against my skin.
In an effort to calm my racing heart, I took a deep breath. Once composed, I undid the cufflinks, tossing them to bed next to the tie. Afraid she’d change her mind, I didn’t dare move from my spot. The buttons holes of my shirt suddenly seemed too tiny—or if I was honest, my fingers too clumsy—to complete the task. I could thread a pass through three defenders to my receiver in the end zone, but right now my dexterity failed me. Finally, I was shrugging out of the shirt, taking my time even though I couldn’t wait for my next command.
“Good. Now the belt.”
I wasn’t shy, holding her gaze as I unbuckled it, and then whipping it off, snapping the leather, taking gratification in her flinch.
“Don’t give me any ideas,” she said with a quick recovery.
The thought of her whipping my own ass with my belt held no appeal, so I put my hands on my hips and awaited her next move.
“Now the pants.”
I undid the top button with a flick of my thumb.
“Unzip. Slow.”
Like I had a choice. My cock was harder than it had ever been. I would risk injury to my most treasured body part if I didn’t slide down the zipper with great care. My cock wasn’t waiting for the next order, and I eased my ready-to-go erection out of my pants.
“Commando? You are such a slut.”
“Been called a man-whore before but never a—”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
Oh, holy hell. Was Alexa enjoying this as much I was? If so, there was no hint of it. Maybe she hadn’t been kidding when she told my teammates she was a dominatrix.
“Drop ’em.”
I gladly did as she asked, and then kicked my pants to land at her feet in a defiant gesture. She didn’t yelled at me, probably because she was too busy staring at my dick.
“I will say this, the photo on your phone doesn’t do you justice.”
“Thanks.” I think.
She motioned with her gun. “Now turn.”
If she was trying to embarrass me, then she was going about it the wrong way. Being naked in locker room with a bunch of other naked guys and fully clothed coaches, equipment managers, and reporters coming and going was second nature to me. In front of a beautiful woman, naked was my natural state.
“You have a great ass. Spankable.”
Looking over my shoulder, I said, “Thanks. I could use your vote on next year’s FemaleFans.com ‘Cutest Ass in the NFL’ contest.” I was used to being treated like a commodity on and off the field, but spankable took it to a raunchy level I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with. My cock though was one hundred fucking percent on board. “Came in third.”
“A travesty of justice to be sure.” She quirked a smile. “Now shut up and turn.”
Alexa bit her lip, looking a little unsure about her next move. Did she have the guts to take it all the way?
“Now what?” I asked, urging her on.
With an evil genius smile, she said, “Stroke yourself.”
That was not what I had in mind. My cock ached, throbbing not for my touch but hers. For her mouth. For her pussy that I guaranteed was wet for me. “Alexa.”
“Aww, is the game
Holy crap! Where had this Alexa been hiding? Even in a dress that reminded me of cotton candy, she looked like a dominatrix ready to teach me a lesson. Did I want to be a bad or a good student? Bad. I wanted to be very, very bad. I was more than ready to get my freak on.
“Now.”
Without hesitation I ripped the jacket off, forgetting the buttons.
“No,” Alexa said sharply, as the ping of the buttons reverberated off the hardwood floors, one rolling under the dresser. “Do it slow.” Her voice lowered to a sensuous hum. “Real slow.”
Every article of clothing I wore constricted my body, like I was turning into the Incredible Hulk, and not because I was angry but because I was so fucking turned on. Because I needed to feel the cool air against my skin.
In an effort to calm my racing heart, I took a deep breath. Once composed, I undid the cufflinks, tossing them to bed next to the tie. Afraid she’d change her mind, I didn’t dare move from my spot. The buttons holes of my shirt suddenly seemed too tiny—or if I was honest, my fingers too clumsy—to complete the task. I could thread a pass through three defenders to my receiver in the end zone, but right now my dexterity failed me. Finally, I was shrugging out of the shirt, taking my time even though I couldn’t wait for my next command.
“Good. Now the belt.”
I wasn’t shy, holding her gaze as I unbuckled it, and then whipping it off, snapping the leather, taking gratification in her flinch.
“Don’t give me any ideas,” she said with a quick recovery.
The thought of her whipping my own ass with my belt held no appeal, so I put my hands on my hips and awaited her next move.
“Now the pants.”
I undid the top button with a flick of my thumb.
“Unzip. Slow.”
Like I had a choice. My cock was harder than it had ever been. I would risk injury to my most treasured body part if I didn’t slide down the zipper with great care. My cock wasn’t waiting for the next order, and I eased my ready-to-go erection out of my pants.
“Commando? You are such a slut.”
“Been called a man-whore before but never a—”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
Oh, holy hell. Was Alexa enjoying this as much I was? If so, there was no hint of it. Maybe she hadn’t been kidding when she told my teammates she was a dominatrix.
“Drop ’em.”
I gladly did as she asked, and then kicked my pants to land at her feet in a defiant gesture. She didn’t yelled at me, probably because she was too busy staring at my dick.
“I will say this, the photo on your phone doesn’t do you justice.”
“Thanks.” I think.
She motioned with her gun. “Now turn.”
If she was trying to embarrass me, then she was going about it the wrong way. Being naked in locker room with a bunch of other naked guys and fully clothed coaches, equipment managers, and reporters coming and going was second nature to me. In front of a beautiful woman, naked was my natural state.
“You have a great ass. Spankable.”
Looking over my shoulder, I said, “Thanks. I could use your vote on next year’s FemaleFans.com ‘Cutest Ass in the NFL’ contest.” I was used to being treated like a commodity on and off the field, but spankable took it to a raunchy level I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with. My cock though was one hundred fucking percent on board. “Came in third.”
“A travesty of justice to be sure.” She quirked a smile. “Now shut up and turn.”
Alexa bit her lip, looking a little unsure about her next move. Did she have the guts to take it all the way?
“Now what?” I asked, urging her on.
With an evil genius smile, she said, “Stroke yourself.”
That was not what I had in mind. My cock ached, throbbing not for my touch but hers. For her mouth. For her pussy that I guaranteed was wet for me. “Alexa.”
“Aww, is the game
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