His almond eyes flickered with determination and power. A smirk splayed across his soft tempting lips. A few strands of his black hair fell over his forehead and he narrowed that seductive gaze at me.
“Ceri, you have three seconds to strip, lay naked before me, or...I will rip these clothes from your flesh,” Joss said.
“What about the story?” I was in the middle of reading an erotic tale of a master slave relationship aloud to him. I still wanted to know the ending we were at a good part, my panties were even dampening from the tale.
“One,” he said low, demanding, crossing his arms against the bare muscles of his chest. I set the book aside marking my page and pulled my blue jeans and panties off as my heart skipped against my ribs. I knew he really would tear them apart which both terrified and excited me. Just the image of him coming right for me to rip them up sent a zing between my legs.
“Two.”
I slid my black shirt and bra over my head quicker than I thought I should.
Joss smiled. “Three.” He tried to spread my legs. I resisted. I could not allow him to believe I would cave to all his demands.
“How am I supposed to read if you are doing that?” I looked up from the rim of my glasses, pressing my legs together harder as his strong hands made a halfhearted attempt to pry apart my knees.
“Practice,” he replied. “Keep reading.”
Joss bent down, kissing my thigh. I let one leg fall open and proceeded to read the story aloud. It was a tale of spanking. I don't much care for spankings, it was more the power the man had over the woman...
Oh, that feels nice. I hesitated, attempting not to focus on his tongue-lashings to my sensitive nib. I had to be stronger and keep my mind off...oh but I couldn't help craving the soft velvet whip he used to torment me, lapping away with such ease and eagerness, up and down. A knot of need curled itself around my core.
I read a few more lines, concentrating harder on every word, which blurred with each passing stroke of his slick tongue. I looked at the page. Where was I? Oh there. Only a few short paragraphs left.
I finished and let my legs spread as far open as possible yet still, I wanted them further apart. No real words needed to be said between us. Just reactions. Hip movements up and down. His hands held me firmly in place adding to my pleasure. I teetered on the edge. The soft pressure building up, swaying groans from my lips.
The tightness in the pit of my stomach warned of the flood I knew would come. So close. I held my breath to increase the tension. Damn my legs for not spreading wider! I was on the verge of tipping into total ecstasy.
He switched positions. What? Wait! Go back. I opened my eyes partway. He was half watching, half concentrating.
