Billion Dollar Stranger - Stephanie Brother Page 0,26

your clothes,” he says gruffly, “but keep the shoes on.”

I shouldn’t like the way he orders me about. In my professional life, I hold my own, making sure that my voice is heard in meetings and that I’m never bypassed for promotion, but with Aaron, I want to let go of the pressure to be in charge. I want to relax into his care, confident that he has everything under control.

Getting my top half naked is easy. Aaron has already done the unbuttoning, so all I have to do is slip off my jacket and blouse. When I start to unzip my skirt, I realize I’m wearing my plain white cotton panties – not exactly the sexiest underwear in the world, but there isn’t much I can do about it. I let my skirt slip to the floor, step out of it, and watch Aaron’s reaction; innocent girly panties and fuck-me heels. It is a combination he seems to appreciate.

“Look at you,” he says with the softest expression in his eyes. He strokes my stomach, swirling his finger around my belly button, which makes me shiver. “I can’t wait to dirty up those virginal little panties. I’m gonna make you so wet that it soaks right through all that innocent white cotton.” He slips a finger between my legs, and his eyes flick up to mine when he realizes they are already.

He’s up off his bar stool in a second, lifting me by the ass and carrying me across the room to his superb hardwood dining table. I cling around his neck, legs clutching at his waist, lips pressing against his in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. The wood is shockingly cold on my back as he lays me down, quickly pulling off his tie and fastening my hands together with it.

I wonder if he can fuck without some kind of bondage involved, but to be honest, I like it. Being bound makes everything sharper. I love that he’s doing things to me that I’m almost powerless to resist. It’s an illusion in a way, one that I’m surprised to find so arousing.

“Keep your hands above your head,” Aaron orders, and I stretch them higher to show I’m listening to his command.

As he unbuttons his crisp white shirt, revealing his beautiful, sculpted torso, I squirm. “Close your legs,” he says, removing his cuff links, each movement methodical and agonizingly slow. My pussy feels hot and wet, ready and swollen, and since it already knows what Aaron’s cock feels like, it’s more torturous waiting for him to give it to me. The clink of his belt buckle rings out in the echoingly large space, and then his pants are unzipped, and I feel like I can’t breathe with the anticipation. As he drops his pants, he leans forward and kisses my belly just above the line of my knickers, holding his mouth there and bearing down. The pressure pulls the skin of my belly, drawing my clit against the fabric of my panties, making me squirm again. “God, you smell amazing,” he says. “I have your little pink lacy panties on my nightstand, and I breathed in the smell of your pussy and thought about fucking you when I jacked off last night.”

I don’t know what to say to that. It’s horny as fuck but so wrong. Am I wrong to think that’s a good combination?

I can hear him toeing off his shoes and pulling at his socks, and then he stands straight again, holding his cock through the fabric of his dark-gray tight boxers and rubbing it slowly, considering me spread before him. “I think I want you blindfolded,” he says as though talking to himself. “Yeah.” He looks around and then walks to the kitchen, returning with a napkin, which he folds over and over until it’s around three-inches wide; the perfect width to cover my eyes. I’ve never given over so much control to someone during sex. Losing my vision under these circumstances frightens me a little, but as he fixes it round my head, he strokes my hair so gently that my nerves subside.

Then it’s dark.

I can hear Aaron breathing and sense him next to me, and all my senses are on high alert. The anticipation sizzles over my skin…all the places he could touch are suddenly aching. His position is confirmed when he drags dining chairs away from the table to make my body more accessible.

Then he presses downy-soft kisses along my cheekbones and across my lips,