Man of the Year by Bianca Giovanni Page B

for it. It’ll pay off, I swear.”
    “Fine,” she pretends to pout, which makes me snicker.
    “Greedy girl,” I playfully reprimand her. “This is exactly why you could never be a sub, Lola, because you have to get what you want all the goddamn time.”
    “Fuck yeah!” she laughs.
    I use my left hand to brush my fingertips up and down her stomach, across her boobs, down her hips and over the insides and outsides of her thighs. With the way her body switches on, I know this’ll drive her wild.
    Her lips look all full and soft as they part and she starts breathing harder.
    “You see, Lo,” I explain in a slightly cocky tone, “the whole point of this is to get you where you’re so fuckin’ ready that even the littlest touch could make you come, but to only let you come when I decide you’re ready to come. The blindfold helps because it takes away one of your senses and makes you concentrate on how this feels. Being tied up helps because it makes you feel like you can’t get what you want right away and it shows you that it’s my decision.”
    “That’s all good, but decide soon!” she giggles.
    “It’s just as torturous for me as it is for you,” I say.
    “I highly doubt that,” she laughs.
    “It totally is,” I reply. “Believe me, cupcake, nothing in this whole world puts a fuckin’ smile on my face like making you come. I want to do it just as bad as you want me to do it.”
    “Well, nothing’s stopping you, stud,” she smiles widely.
    “No patience, I swear to God,” I laugh and press harder, letting my finger rub her a little firmer.
    Her mouth opens wider and she moans softly as I make little circles around her tender clit.
    “You just have to have everything your way,” I tease, slipping my finger inside her in an intentionally slow movement.
    “Deeper. Just a little deeper, please,” she breathes.
    “ Please? Oh, I like that,” I grin. “It’s kinda hot when you beg me.”
    “Just remember, I’m going to be doing this to you next, and payback is a bitch,” she laughs.
    “Ok, good point,” I chuckle, curling my finger upward and stoking her g-spot.
    “Fuck! That’s what I’m taking about!” she exhales in a cute giggle.
    I laugh hard and raise her leg up, resting her foot on my shoulder. I kiss the inside of her ankle and slide another finger into her, continuing the slow, determined movement inside her.
    Her hips start rocking and her whole spine undulates in that sexy wave I’ve always loved as I stroke her a little faster.
    “How bad do you wanna come right now?” I tease. “From the way you’re rocking, I think you want it pretty bad.”
    “Hell yes, I do!” she smiles through her heavy breaths.
    “Ask me to do it,” I say, glad she can’t see my amused smile. I'm wondering how much of this shit I can get away with tonight.
    “What?” she laughs.
    “Ask me to let you come,” I reply. I’m guessing she can actually hear my huge grin.
    “My dearest James, won’t you please let me come?” she says sarcastically, no doubt rolling her eyes under the blindfold.
    “Put some effort into it!” I tease.
    “Fuck off!” she laughs loudly.
    “You won’t beg ‘cause you know I’m totally gonna do it anyway, huh?” I chuckle. “You’ll get it no matter what, so you’ll never plead with me to do it.”
    “Exactly!” she giggles.
    “You know what, beautiful girl, you’re completely right,” I reply, stroking her in that sensitive place that always sets her off.
    “Yes! Oh!” she moans loudly.
    I have this big, beaming smile on my face as I watch her. The way she’s holding her hands above her head elongates her torso and I like watching the way her stomach moves as she pants. She tightens inside. Here it comes . I practically high-five myself when she makes a little gasp and then her whole body detonates into shakes and shivers. That’s right, baby. Who makes you feel good?
    As if she read my mind, she starts moaning my name and I’m totally