Hiding in the Shadows

73. Inside the Trailer

Meredith entered the trailer and quickly set the items down. She tore her shirt off and turned when she heard the trailer door slam. She placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head slightly to the left and down, looking at him through her long lashes. She smirked at the expression on his face.

He looked...gob smacked for lack of a better word.

He moved towards her tripping over his feet. She held out a hand to stop him.

"Uh uh...no touching. You can only watch until I tell you otherwise." She demanded in a strong voice.

Derek raised an eyebrow. Hmmm...Dominatrix Meredith...this was a new one for him. He nodded his assent.

She smiled coyly and reached down to take off her boots...first the left and then the right. Her socks soon followed. She shimmied slowly out of her jeans, leaving them in a heap in the floor. She stared at him, left only in her lavender bra and boy cut shorts...the same ones from the drunken night he stayed at her house...he was drunk, but he wasn't that drunk. She walked towards him very slowly and pushed him down on the couch. He looked up at her from his sprawled position. If he eased up, his mouth would be in direct line with her...

Slap!

He shook his head in confusion and looked at her. She raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head.

"Don't even think about it Shepherd." She ordered, her voice silky but full of steel. He felt his pants tightened as his erection grew from half mast to flying free range.

"O...okay." He stuttered.

"Okay what?" She prompted.

His eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Um..."

"I think the word you are looking for is Mistress." She informed him.

Oh...that shit was hot.

"Yes...Mistress." He said, his voice low and husky.

She straddled him and he reflexively arched his hips, his erection searching for her core like a heat seeking missile.

"What did I say?" She taunted.

"You told me no touching...you said nothing about him." He reminded her.

"Tell Little Derek to calm down or no play time for him." She demanded.

"He has a mind of his own and I beg to differ he is not little." Derek grumbled.

She swiped her damp panty clad sex over his covered hard erection.

"Hmmm...no he is not." She purred.

He almost came right then and there. Embarrassing or not...he was about to prematurely ejaculate like a thirteen year old if she did not stop teasing him.

'Mer..." He started to warn her.

She kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue in immediately and massaged his slowly and languidly. He moved his hands to thread them in her hair but remembered her warning about no action. He really really wanted action tonight. And he meant...REALLY...

He instead gripped the couch cushion tightly with his hands, not knowing what else to do with them.

She broke the kiss and stood up...a little unsteady on her feet. He smirked knowingly. She quickly righted herself and reached both hands behind her back and unclasped her bra. She let the straps fall down her arms and she shrugged it off where it joined the rest of her clothes. She backed up towards the bed, bringing her finger up and crooking it at him. He got up as if there was a string connecting them...making him go where she went.