Mr. Big Shot (Suits & Sevens #1) - Isla Olsen Page 0,22

meant by not making assumptions.”

He offers a sexy grin. “What do you think I meant?”

“Do you…like to be dominated?”

It feels like all the air has left the room as I wait for Spencer to answer. Finally, he says, “Yeah. I do.”

“Is that something you want to do with me?” I ask hesitantly, turned on beyond belief but still a little unsure how all this is going to play out.

“Desperately,” he admits. “But only if it’s what you want too.”

“Fuck, I want it,” I rush to answer. “It’s just…I’ve never done that before. I mean…the idea of it is hot as fuck, but I don’t know how good I’ll be at it.”

“You’re doing it right now, babe.”

I stare at him in confusion. “What?”

“Restraining me, denying me pleasure…you’re a natural.”

My gaze slides to where I have my hands wrapped around Spencer’s wrists. It was a completely unconscious move, but the thought that this is turning him on sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through me.

I gently release Spencer’s wrists and climb off his lap. Taking a few steps backward, I pin him with a penetrating look before issuing my instructions.

“Stand up. Strip.”

His eyes flare at the command and he slowly stands, shrugging off his t-shirt to reveal a mouth-watering torso with creamy skin pulled tight over hard, lean muscle. A trail of dark hair runs from his belly button all the way down beneath the waistband of his pants, and as he begins to slide them down more and more of it is revealed until I get my first glimpse of his gorgeous cock. Thick, uncut, and throbbing with his desire. I can barely manage to tear my eyes away once he straightens up after kicking his sweats away, now completely naked.

With my eyes firmly fixed on his, I curl my finger to invite him closer. “Come here.” Then I point to the ground. “On your knees.”

He obeys without question, eyes dancing with lust and anticipation.

I step closer and thrust my hand into his hair, pressing his face against my crotch and letting out a groan as he nuzzles against me. His hands come up to work at my zipper, but I catch his wrists again, shaking my head. “Hands at your side. Make sure they stay there.”

“Yes, sir.”

Those words. As if I weren’t already turned on enough, he’s just taken it to the extreme with those two little words.

I unzip my jeans and withdraw my straining cock, giving it a couple of strokes to relieve some of the pressure that’s been building since Spencer opened the door tonight. I grip his hair again with one hand, and with the other I bring my cock toward his lips, but not quite within reach just yet.

“Is this what you want?” I ask him.

He nods. “Yes. Yes, I want it.”

I rub the tip of my cock over his lips, letting out a sharp hiss as his tongue sneaks out to lap at the beads of precum gathering there. Before he can get too into it, I pull my cock away and I can’t help the grin that stretches across my face at the groan of utter despair Spencer releases, as though I’ve just deprived him of the sweetest treat.

“Would you like some more?”

He nods eagerly, his eyes flashing with hunger. “Yes, sir. Please.”

“How much more?”

“Al of it,” he begs. “Please.”

I let out a soft chuckle. “You’re very greedy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You want me to fuck your throat, don’t you? Make you choke on my dick…”

He nods. “Yes, sir.”

I draw his head forward and once again bring the very tip of my cock to his lips, teasing him for a moment, before pushing past his lips and into his mouth. I grip his hair tightly with both hands, holding him in place as I thrust my hips gently, pushing deeper down his throat with every movement. Despite how unbelievably incredible it feels I’m careful not to go too crazy with the thrusting; I don’t actually want to choke him.

From the corner of my eye, I see Spencer’s right hand moving over his cock as he strokes himself. I quickly withdraw my dick and give a harsh yank of his hair. “Did I say you could touch your cock?”

He lets go immediately, returning his hand to his side. “No, sir.”

“On your feet.”

I release Spencer’s hair so he can stand and then I move behind him, taking hold of his wrists and securing them at his back. I spare a quick glance around the room and notice