pounding of my heart sent desire zinging through my veins and straight to my sex. There was a throbbing heaviness between my legs that begged for release.
Ethan kissed across my jaw line to my ear. “You are so fucking sexy. I’m so hard it hurts.”
A little voice in my head told me it was a bad idea to sleep with him. We worked together. We barely knew each other. But another voice—a louder voice—told me I fucked strangers on subways why not Ethan? And it’d been so long. I needed it. I ached for it. My body throbbed for release.
I moved my hands between us and lay them on Ethan’s chest. “Ethan—”
He cut me off with a kiss. He took hold of my wrists and lifted them above my head, pinning them to the wall and holding them there with one large hand.
With his other hand he bunched up the hem of my dress until he could get his hand under it. He scratched his fingers up my outer thigh until he came to my thong. He slipped a finger beneath the strap and yanked it down until it fell around my feet. I let out a half moan, half whimper.
His lips moved to my neck. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured against my skin. He circled my clit with his finger and then rubbed it so slowly it was almost torture. I pressed against his hand. “Like that?”
“Faster,” I panted.
He jerked his hand away and put his mouth right against my ear. “I don’t like to be told what to do.” He sank his teeth into my ear lobe.
“Shit! That hurt.” I tried to push away from the wall.
Ethan took hold of my dress’s zipper. “Hold still. You don’t want to rip this pretty dress. You look hot in it.” I turned my face away from him, but stood still while he lowered the zipper and undid the clasp on the shoulder holding the collar in place. He buried his face in the curve of my neck and nipped at my skin before licking it. When my dress pooled around my feet he stared at me. His gaze started at my feet and scorched its way up my body slowly. “Holy shit. You didn’t have anything but a thong on under your dress. Naughty girl.”
His fingers roamed between my legs again and I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming out for him to rub my clit or let go of my hands so I could. He touched everywhere but there.
“You want to tell me what to do, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“I don’t take directions well. But just this once I’ll let you tell me what you want. From now on though, you don’t ask for anything unless I tell you it’s okay. Understood.”
“Yes.”
Great. I brought home a fucking Dom. I just wanted someone to screw my brains out. Eh, who knows? Maybe I’ll like this shit.
“What do you want?” His voice deepened an octave and just the sound of it made me wetter.
“Rub my clit, please.”
“Like this?”
I bit my lip and nodded. I pressed into his hand and closed my eyes.
“Do you want me to rub you faster, Julia?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
I was just about to come when his finger left. I let out a groan of frustration and he chuckled. I heard the rasp of his zipper when he lowered it. He used one hand to drop his pants. The other hand still held my wrists above my head.
He kneed my legs apart, coaxing me by rubbing my clit. He inserted a finger in my slit until it was wet and then rubbed my juices over my nub. When he had me deep in the foggy haze of desire…just at the point I thought he was going to bring me to orgasm, he dropped my hands from above my head and put both of his hands under my thighs and lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing more than a feather pillow.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. “The bedroom’s through there.” I pointed toward the hall.
“Whatever.” He dropped to his knees and laid me not so gently on the floor.
“Wait. The bed—”
“We don’t need a bed to fuck, sweetheart.” Ethan pushed my legs against my chest and leaned over them, holding them in place. He put his arms on either side of my legs and grabbed
Ethan kissed across my jaw line to my ear. “You are so fucking sexy. I’m so hard it hurts.”
A little voice in my head told me it was a bad idea to sleep with him. We worked together. We barely knew each other. But another voice—a louder voice—told me I fucked strangers on subways why not Ethan? And it’d been so long. I needed it. I ached for it. My body throbbed for release.
I moved my hands between us and lay them on Ethan’s chest. “Ethan—”
He cut me off with a kiss. He took hold of my wrists and lifted them above my head, pinning them to the wall and holding them there with one large hand.
With his other hand he bunched up the hem of my dress until he could get his hand under it. He scratched his fingers up my outer thigh until he came to my thong. He slipped a finger beneath the strap and yanked it down until it fell around my feet. I let out a half moan, half whimper.
His lips moved to my neck. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured against my skin. He circled my clit with his finger and then rubbed it so slowly it was almost torture. I pressed against his hand. “Like that?”
“Faster,” I panted.
He jerked his hand away and put his mouth right against my ear. “I don’t like to be told what to do.” He sank his teeth into my ear lobe.
“Shit! That hurt.” I tried to push away from the wall.
Ethan took hold of my dress’s zipper. “Hold still. You don’t want to rip this pretty dress. You look hot in it.” I turned my face away from him, but stood still while he lowered the zipper and undid the clasp on the shoulder holding the collar in place. He buried his face in the curve of my neck and nipped at my skin before licking it. When my dress pooled around my feet he stared at me. His gaze started at my feet and scorched its way up my body slowly. “Holy shit. You didn’t have anything but a thong on under your dress. Naughty girl.”
His fingers roamed between my legs again and I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming out for him to rub my clit or let go of my hands so I could. He touched everywhere but there.
“You want to tell me what to do, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“I don’t take directions well. But just this once I’ll let you tell me what you want. From now on though, you don’t ask for anything unless I tell you it’s okay. Understood.”
“Yes.”
Great. I brought home a fucking Dom. I just wanted someone to screw my brains out. Eh, who knows? Maybe I’ll like this shit.
“What do you want?” His voice deepened an octave and just the sound of it made me wetter.
“Rub my clit, please.”
“Like this?”
I bit my lip and nodded. I pressed into his hand and closed my eyes.
“Do you want me to rub you faster, Julia?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
I was just about to come when his finger left. I let out a groan of frustration and he chuckled. I heard the rasp of his zipper when he lowered it. He used one hand to drop his pants. The other hand still held my wrists above my head.
He kneed my legs apart, coaxing me by rubbing my clit. He inserted a finger in my slit until it was wet and then rubbed my juices over my nub. When he had me deep in the foggy haze of desire…just at the point I thought he was going to bring me to orgasm, he dropped my hands from above my head and put both of his hands under my thighs and lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing more than a feather pillow.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. “The bedroom’s through there.” I pointed toward the hall.
“Whatever.” He dropped to his knees and laid me not so gently on the floor.
“Wait. The bed—”
“We don’t need a bed to fuck, sweetheart.” Ethan pushed my legs against my chest and leaned over them, holding them in place. He put his arms on either side of my legs and grabbed
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