Immaculate

Mission accomplished

Sang's POV

"Do not move, Miss Sorenson."

My breathing almost stopped as I watched him stand slowly. He made no move to touch me, but his steel grey eyes were watching me closely.

My mouth dried out, I licked my lips in an effort to wet them and his eyes dropped to my mouth. He leant forward and I seriously thought he was going to kiss me, but his lips brushed past mine until his mouth was by my ear. He hadn't touched me at all, but I could feel the heat from his skin and the displacement of air made goosebumps rise on my arms.

I waited for him to whisper something in my ear but he said nothing, just sniffed lightly and then he was moving back from me. He lifted his hands and I merely stood there as he undid the top button on my blouse. He kept his eyes on mine, my breathing hitched and shallowed right out as he moved down to the next button and then the next. He moved slowly, undoing all the buttons, not touching the skin underneath and making no effort to open the blouse. I felt my nipples tingle and tighten as anticipation slithered through me. He moved to my wrists and undid the buttons slowly, the fingers of one hand barely touching my skin as he slid the button free. He moved both hands up over my arms, but still making no contact and I felt frustration well up along with the anticipation. I decided to take matters into my own hands and leant forward to try and kiss him. He moved his head and lifted one eyebrow at me.

"I said do not move," he spoke slowly, each word pronounced clearly. I shivered.

He looked down at my collar and running his fingers along the edge he tucked his fingers just inside, but not enough to touch my now heated skin. He moved his fingers outwards and the blouse opened and slid down my arms to land in a pool of silk around my feet.

I shivered again, I knew my nipples were hard and that he would see them clearly through the silk of my pale pink bra.

"Are you cold, Miss Sorenson?" he inquired and his voice was level and showed no signs of what he was doing, or whether it was affecting him like it was me.

I shook my head and then nodded it; if he thought I was cold maybe he would touch me, wrap his arms around me.

"You're not sure?" he asked and he smirked at me, still making no move to touch him. "You have goosebumps," he murmured and skimmed one finger down my arm. It hardly touched but it felt like he had run an ice cube down my arm, I shuddered violently and I was pretty sure I moaned as well.

He moved away from me and I blinked, where was he going? I started to bend to pick up my blouse but his words stopped me short.

"Honestly, Miss Sorenson, didn't I just tell you not to move? Do I need to add disobedience to the list?"

I straightened and swallowed heavily, I had no idea what he was going to do to me, well, I knew what I wanted him to do to me, but I didn't really know what he meant when he said he was going to teach me a lesson. I had hoped that it was just an excuse to make out, not that he needed one with me.

I heard him pushing something and then I realised he had shifted the coffee table backwards so that he could come up behind me. I felt the catch on my bra strap lift, and if I live to be a hundred, I will never figure out how he managed to undo it without touching my skin. But soon enough it was lying around my feet with my blouse and I was past the point of anticipation and into need. I needed him to touch me. I locked my knees to stop the shakes that were starting, heat pooling in my lower stomach as I felt the familiar dampness between my legs. He was turning me on and he hadn't even done anything yet, and it suddenly sank in what my lesson was.

"Ok, Mr Blackbourne, I've learnt my lesson, I will never mess with you again," I managed through dry lips and I heard him chuckle.

He said nothing in reply but I felt him move forwards and then his hot breath was on the back of my neck, one finger moved through my hair and then his hot breath was on the skin under my ear. His mouth moved down my throat, never touching, his hot breath stirring the hairs on my skin. Fire slid through my veins now and I shifted slightly, pressing my thighs together.