still propped on the desk, crossed at the ankles, and she’s in nothing but a black bra and panties. Her hair is fixed in a tight bun on the top of her head, and my fingers itch to pull it out, letting it cascade down her back, those tight black curls in my fingers.
“Stop right there,” she says as we both reach the door. We freeze in our tracks.
I can see the tic in Nash’s jaw, but I can’t help the coy smile that plays on my lips. There’s a powerful look on Hanna’s face, a far cry from the girl who lacked confidence and existed like she was waiting for permission to live. Right now, sitting behind that desk, with lust and excitement in her eyes, she looks ready to take control.
And I’m ready for it.
“I keep thinking about that kiss the other day…” she says before biting her lip.
Nash and I share a look of confusion, glancing at each other before it registers. She’s talking about our kiss, and I have to swallow down my excitement.
Even out of the corner of my eye, I can see him clench his fists, ready to argue. He wants to remind her who’s in charge, but he’s also remembering what pushing Hanna has cost him before. He told her he’d be good. He said he would be better for her, so he’s trying.
But also…I know a part of him wants what she’s implying.
“I think it will help put me in the mood,” she teases, biting back her smile. “So why don’t you undress each other here in front of me? I want to watch.”
My dick twitches in my pants.
“You think you call the shots, princess?” Nash says, stalking closer. He puts his hands on the desk, leaning toward her and she stops him with her foot on his chest.
“I do call the shots,” she replies, and fuck that confident look in her eye drives me wild. I’d gladly lick her shoes if she told me to. I’m at her mercy.
Stepping forward, I come up behind him, wrapping my hands around his waist, reaching for his buttons, slowly undoing one at a time. “There’s nothing wrong with submitting once in a while, Nash. You should try taking direction. You don’t have to think or fight.” Two buttons come off easily before I feel him press backward slightly enough to feel the stiffness in my pants. “Just let someone take control…but it takes trust.”
He turns his head to look at me, our faces inches apart, but I don’t kiss him. Not yet. She hasn’t told us to. Instead, I ease his shirt off his shoulders, looking at Hanna. She licks her lips, watching the shirt glide slowly down his arms.
“Pants,” she whispers.
His eyes are on her as my hands find the buckle to his slacks. The room grows silent, the only sound is the clang of his belt. I slide it open, then work to unbutton them. His hands don’t leave the desk as I slide them down until he’s in nothing but his tight black boxers. My lips hover over his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne.
When he leans back again, his bare back against my shirt and his ass snug against my dick, I plant a kiss on his shoulder. Then, I wait.
“Kiss him,” she says in a breathy command.
I don’t want to take this too fast, but when he doesn’t stop me, I trail my mouth upward, leaving wet kisses along his neck until I reach the lobe of his ear, biting it between my teeth, loving the way he hisses when I do.
Hanna is watching with her lips parted and her breathing heavy. Nash’s face turns slowly toward me, until my lips reach his, and he doesn’t stop me as I lick into his mouth. I stop, waiting for him to move, and finally he does. Reaching his mouth toward mine, sucking my lips between his teeth and kissing me with bite.
Turning his body toward me, he fists my loosened tie in his tight grip and pulls me toward him, showing his dominance, and I let him. Nash clings to any sort of control he can when he starts to feel out of control. One of these days, I want to make him truly let go, but not today.
Today, Hanna is in control.
Nash tears off my clothes with about the same patience and finesse as he showed my tie, gripping the fabric and tearing, no care for the