hair and tugged. “If I’m staying, I need you to ask nicely.”
“What?” Her expression cleared. “Oh. You want me to say, sir? What? Always?” The last word came out in a squeak.
Oh yes, he thought, always when we’re like this–alone and you’re naked and fairly begging me to take you. He untangled his hand, stepped back a pace and said softly. “Get down on your knees, Faith.”
“You don’t–Um. The sureness in her voice trailed away and she searched his face for something he made sure was no longer there.
He narrowed his eyes, set his mouth to a line and willed her to kneel.
Slowly she bent her knees, got down on the floor and knelt. Her breasts swayed. Her luscious smooth aureole darkened and shrank. That betraying tongue licked out and swept across her lips.
Excited and wanting– needing him to do more.
The awakening inside her made him desire her so much his dick ached. He gave her a moment longer.
“Ask me.”
She looked down a second before rolling her eyes and rattling out, “Please, sir, may I call you Mr. Meisner?”
Biting back a guffaw took all his determination. He growled. “You may. That was a little fast. We’ll work on that later. I’m going downstairs to wait for Mawson. Leaving a message at the desk would be indiscreet. People would talk, perhaps. Have a bath while I’m gone.”
He walked to her and leaned over, caught her chin to tilt her head and murmur in her ear. “When you’re done having a bath, I want you to get on the bed and lie on your back. No clothes. Naked as the day you were born. I want you to touch yourself, down here.” He released her chin, found her hand and bent farther to guide it between her legs, noting with satisfaction how her breaths came faster, more ragged, and let her fingers swirl around the swelling nub. “Is that nice?”
“Yes. But–”
“Do not have an orgasm, Faith. Just play with yourself, here. This is your clitoris. What did you want to add?”
Tiny lines creased her brow. “Why am I doing this and, I don’t know, this seems wrong. Dirty.”
He put his forefinger on the tip of her nose, tapped it once. “Sex isn’t dirty, Faith. It’s glorious and fun and what our bodies are made to do. This is my order. You will acquaint yourself with your body if you want me to stay. I’m not going to have sex with you, not tonight–I don’t have protection with me, but I am going to enjoy taking you to orgasm as many times as I possibly can before sunrise.”
That made her eyes widen so much he could have almost fallen into them and swum around. What a delightful, stunned woman and, right now, tonight, she was all his.
With his hands, holding her in place, at nape and chin, he leaned in and kissed her deep and hard, and made sure that, beyond any doubt, she knew he owned every inch of her body.
On the way down in the elevator, he took the time to adjust his very uncomfortable trousers then put his hands in his pockets and thought about Faith.
Was he right to do this? No matter how much she’d asked him, even almost begged him, was he right to show her this path? Especially when, in spite of what he’d said, he wasn’t totally certain this wasn’t in some way sinful and wrong. He’d prayed so many times to know, to really know, but still he remained unsure.
When the elevator reached the bottom and the doors opened, he remained sure of only one thing–nothing would drag him away from Faith this night. Sin be damned.
Chapter 7
The bathroom was as meticulously decorated as the bedroom. An oversize bathtub with four golden claw feet sat in the middle of the tiled floor. On the stained glass of the window a woman with flowing tresses poured water from a shell. Fresh towels beckoned in a pile on a Persian blue upholstered chair.
Faith padded across, turned on the taps and sat on the edge of the chair. The water, splashing and gurgling, calmed her yet also seemed unreal. Everything, even the cold tiles
“What?” Her expression cleared. “Oh. You want me to say, sir? What? Always?” The last word came out in a squeak.
Oh yes, he thought, always when we’re like this–alone and you’re naked and fairly begging me to take you. He untangled his hand, stepped back a pace and said softly. “Get down on your knees, Faith.”
“You don’t–Um. The sureness in her voice trailed away and she searched his face for something he made sure was no longer there.
He narrowed his eyes, set his mouth to a line and willed her to kneel.
Slowly she bent her knees, got down on the floor and knelt. Her breasts swayed. Her luscious smooth aureole darkened and shrank. That betraying tongue licked out and swept across her lips.
Excited and wanting– needing him to do more.
The awakening inside her made him desire her so much his dick ached. He gave her a moment longer.
“Ask me.”
She looked down a second before rolling her eyes and rattling out, “Please, sir, may I call you Mr. Meisner?”
Biting back a guffaw took all his determination. He growled. “You may. That was a little fast. We’ll work on that later. I’m going downstairs to wait for Mawson. Leaving a message at the desk would be indiscreet. People would talk, perhaps. Have a bath while I’m gone.”
He walked to her and leaned over, caught her chin to tilt her head and murmur in her ear. “When you’re done having a bath, I want you to get on the bed and lie on your back. No clothes. Naked as the day you were born. I want you to touch yourself, down here.” He released her chin, found her hand and bent farther to guide it between her legs, noting with satisfaction how her breaths came faster, more ragged, and let her fingers swirl around the swelling nub. “Is that nice?”
“Yes. But–”
“Do not have an orgasm, Faith. Just play with yourself, here. This is your clitoris. What did you want to add?”
Tiny lines creased her brow. “Why am I doing this and, I don’t know, this seems wrong. Dirty.”
He put his forefinger on the tip of her nose, tapped it once. “Sex isn’t dirty, Faith. It’s glorious and fun and what our bodies are made to do. This is my order. You will acquaint yourself with your body if you want me to stay. I’m not going to have sex with you, not tonight–I don’t have protection with me, but I am going to enjoy taking you to orgasm as many times as I possibly can before sunrise.”
That made her eyes widen so much he could have almost fallen into them and swum around. What a delightful, stunned woman and, right now, tonight, she was all his.
With his hands, holding her in place, at nape and chin, he leaned in and kissed her deep and hard, and made sure that, beyond any doubt, she knew he owned every inch of her body.
On the way down in the elevator, he took the time to adjust his very uncomfortable trousers then put his hands in his pockets and thought about Faith.
Was he right to do this? No matter how much she’d asked him, even almost begged him, was he right to show her this path? Especially when, in spite of what he’d said, he wasn’t totally certain this wasn’t in some way sinful and wrong. He’d prayed so many times to know, to really know, but still he remained unsure.
When the elevator reached the bottom and the doors opened, he remained sure of only one thing–nothing would drag him away from Faith this night. Sin be damned.
Chapter 7
The bathroom was as meticulously decorated as the bedroom. An oversize bathtub with four golden claw feet sat in the middle of the tiled floor. On the stained glass of the window a woman with flowing tresses poured water from a shell. Fresh towels beckoned in a pile on a Persian blue upholstered chair.
Faith padded across, turned on the taps and sat on the edge of the chair. The water, splashing and gurgling, calmed her yet also seemed unreal. Everything, even the cold tiles
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