“It’s fine” he says. “You may spy on me, as long as you put everything back in its rightful place.”
I smile as he inches nearer. “So now what?”
“Now I undress you again, and I take photos of you.”
My jaw drops to the floor. “Uh… I don’t know how I feel about that.”
He smiles. “They will be very tasteful photos, and I will give you final approval.”
I bite my lip. “Well, in that case…”
He sets his phone on his bedside table. “Let’s get started.”
My heart beats a little faster as he closes the distance between us and reaches for the hem of my top. I raise my arms, and he slides it up my torso and over my head.
Next, he gently removes the clip from my hair, and lets my locks cascade over my shoulders. Then he spins me around and unzips my skirt. This dance is already familiar. I love when he undresses me. I’m left with nothing but my bra and undies, which he quickly peels off. “Oh damn… I’ve done a number on you.” He crouches to his knees and kisses my bum softly.
“You have.”
“And here I wanted to take photos of your delicious behind.”
I laugh. “Well, you still can. I can easily airbrush the bruises out if you’d like. It’s what I do.”
“Yes,” he says happily. “I’d like that. I promise I won’t bite you again. I want you to be bruise-free.”
“Yes, right… you say that,” I tell him. “Until the next time.”
“I may have a problem. I admit it.”
I smile as he unclasps my bra and frees my breasts. He takes them in his hands and rubs my nipples, driving me wild in the process. “God, you are so sexy,” he breathes, his words lost in my hair.
My chest aches, feels heavy. I feel it low in my belly. I want him again. “Can we… fuck first?”
“My, my, my… sweet grasshopper. Such language,” he teases. “But yes, we can definitely fuck first.”
“Just like this,” I whisper and bend down over the edge of the bed. I press the palms of my hands against the bed cover. “Take me from behind.”
He wastes no time. His fly is undone, and his hard cock is free in the flash of a second. He’s gentle when he drops butterfly kisses down the length of my spine. I close my eyes and revel in the feel of his lips on my skin. I’m so lost in the sensation, I don’t even notice that he’s managed to restrain both my wrists in his large hand. With the other, he slaps my bum. I smile and enjoy the delicious mix of pain and arousal. The sound of the slaps reverberate against the walls of the room, and I wonder if Rosetta can hear them.
He rubs the sting gently, and kisses it softly. “Good girl,” he whispers. I wait eagerly, legs spread slightly, my body anxiously awaiting his touch. He is driving me absolutely insane. But sure enough, as soon as his hand slides along the inside of my thigh and finally touches my wet pussy, my whole body melts. I’ve never felt this with anyone, not even Donovan. It scares me. I’m completely under this man’s control, hypnotized by him, fully lost to him. I’ve never given anyone so much power over my emotions and physical sensations. He could completely destroy me with just a few words, and he could hurt me, and I would willingly let him. I would let him take me places I’ve never been, places I’m scared to go to. That’s how much power he has over me.
He slides his finger along my sweet spot leisurely, teasingly, knowing he’s driving me wild. He gives me pleasure, but quickly takes it away. That’s his game. And I’m his toy. My eyes are closed, and I don’t see his expression but I know exactly what it looks like; playful and impish. “You’re so wet, sweetie,” he says softly. “So many things I want to do to you… I can’t decide.”
Oh God…
“Tell me what you want, sweetie.”
I swallow hard. “I want… you to make me come.”
He keeps teasing, trailing his hand along my sex, nearing but not quite exploring. My whole body wants it so bad, I can barely tolerate it. And he knows exactly what torture he’s putting me through. He’s enjoying every second of it. He gets off on the teasing, on the control and domination. He’s in charge of my pleasure, and he