“Begin.”
It was a simple command, spoken quiet and firm. Her eyes locked with his, an intense moment in which she could challenge him, or relent. Their connection burned deep. She knew there wasn't really a choice at all. Slowly, she leaned back against the wall and spread her legs.He sat in his leather chair and waited as he casually held his glass of Bourbon. He was still fully clothed from a day in the office. A sharp contrast to her naked skin. Of course he knew she recognized this as a show of power exchange. He always knew. And he was always in control.
"Now..." he warned, and she knew this was her last chance.
Her hand slid down between her soft thighs. Her head turned to the side, avoiding his intense stare. Her skin warmed and a flush spread across her as her fingers began to circle and dance. Her pulse quickened, her heartbeat a percussion in her ear. Moans escaped her shy mouth, as she bit her lip to quiet them. Her back arched with pleasure as...
"Stop."
Her hand froze. It wasn't a question but an order. Her eyes darted to him and she wanted to scream. He knew she was on the edge of pure satisfaction. He raised his glass an took a drink- eyes still fixated on her. He licked his lips after to savor the smooth taste.
He waited.
Still and focused, like a predator watching his prey.
“Begin.”
