Cosimo sat st the bar, silently relieved it was easy to drink still despite the fake fangs in his mouth. A glass of wine in hand, the Dominant topped the bartender before turning to the figure beside him, gaze roaming their masked form. “Enjoying yourself?” He asked casually.
“Indeed, the wine is flowing and the atmosphere has been less hostile than I feared it might be. What about yourself?” Martina asked, recognising the young Medici from the bank though she could never remember either of the brothers names.
Megan had been slightly thrown by the comments in Cosimo’s texts but then some people were very different over text and she didn’t know if she had interrupted him working or something. She dressed in a outfit that she hoped hit the ‘don’t look like trying too hard but still looking good’ target and found herself amused that she actually couldn’t remember what she had been wearing at the bar in Rome but clearly there had been something he had liked about her. Arriving just before six she entered the bar and looked around as she tried to spot him.
Notes/warnings: Megan and Cosimo meet at her hotel in Rome and got to know each other well NSFW (unfinished but will update when ready).
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Megan sat on the bar stool, swirling the last of her wine around the glass and contemplating whether she should be good and head upstairs to her room and spend the evening watching TV, maybe even studying the notes she had taken that day or if she should have one more glass of wine. More than halfway through her month’s training and the novelty of having a visitor in the department had worn off and the invites to dinner and offers to visit attractions had now dried up and she was left to her own devices most evenings. She didn’t mind as such but some nights were easier than others and this was not one of them. Part of her knew she was desperate for something - some submission, some attention if she were honest but the thought of going to a bar or club in a strange city on her own really didn’t appeal to her. Making up her mind she took a long drink and looked at her glass, one last sip and she would be done and could head up to bed. Turning to glance as she felt someone sit on the stool next to her she turned back to her glass, after all it was rude to stare.
Cosimo walked into the hotel just across the street from his own, relieved to see the bar there was not nearly as packed. With any luck, the bartenders would be an improvement as well, proving that a more expensive drink was not necessarily a better one. Spotting an open stool, he slid up beside a young brunette, casting her a quick glance before attempting to flag down a bartender. “What would you recommend here?” He asked her casually, attempting to make light conversation since she also appeared alone. His gaze focused on attracting the bartender’s attention still, one hand reaching up to loosen his tie ever so slightly before pulling out his wallet. His gaze returned to her again, playfully adding, “Or are they so bad the only safe drink’s an unmixed one,” as he gestured to her wine.
Megan turned at the voice, surprised to be spoken to but smiled as it was clear there was no malice in what was being said. Before she could reply he gestured to her glass and she let out a laugh, “No, no it was just a chablis sort of day today. I’ve tried a few of their drinks and they’ve all been pretty good, especially if you get Henry to mix it for you.” Megan raised her hand and gave a sweet smile towards the bartender who finished what he was doing and came over. Looking at the man next to her Megan grinned, “Henry here makes the best drinks, so what’s your pleasure?” It occurred to her as she spoke that just maybe she was a little tipsy already.
“Henry?” He asked with a hint of surprise as he turned more towards the submissive, grinning. “On a first name basis, hm?” His voice was light and playful. Turning towards the bartender as he requested, “A vodka martini, if you will,” before turning back to the submissive and adding, “Shaken, not stirred.” He knew it would get him an eye roll from the man behind the bar, but he hoped it served as an ice breaker for the attractive woman beside him, at very least letting him in on her sense of humor.
Megan chuckled at the order and leaned in a little closer, “Tell me….Mr Bond, what’s the difference in taste between shaken and stirred? I’ve often wondered.” She grinned at the man, his bright blue eyes locking with hers for a moment and she felt her spirits rise for a moment.
“Depends on how cheap the vodka is they use,” he responded with a laugh, amused that the woman kept the joke going. “If he’s using good stuff I’m actually ruining the drink requesting shaken,” he explained with a shrug. “But if it’s cheap vodka, it masks the taste a bit better by lowering the potency. Ice melts a bit in any shaken drink, though it gives it a better chill. Honestly, anyone in their right mind would be upset for it to be shaken if it’s quality liquor.” He paused a moment and glanced over at the bartender making the drink before he turned and added, “It was a good opener though, wouldn’t you agree? It caught your attention after all,” with a wink.
Megan listened with an amused smile on her lips as he explained in detail the difference. “It was a great opener,” she agreed. “Although I am slightly concerned that the armchair in the corner over there is going to turn around in a moment and there will be a crazy man sitting there stroking a cat!” She wiggled her eyebrows at him as she laughed at her own ridiculous joke. As the drink was placed down in front of the man she tipped her head, “I now have to know what the verdict is? Should you have gone for stirred after all?”
“Probably,” he admitted as he took a sip, pretending to cringe. “So did my cheesy line earn me a name, or should I go hide my face in shame at that table in the corner over there?” He asked, bringing the drink to his lips again for a second sip. His eyes gazed over the woman, shamelessly checking her out. After a day of constant meetings it felt nice to relax and make idle chit chat with a stranger. The fact he’d found someone so attractive to do so with seemed like dumb luck, and an utter blessing after how exhausted he was.
Megan blurted out a laugh at the question, sitting up a little taller and preening a bit as the handsome man clearly looked her over. She hadn’t noticed anyone look at her in that way for so long, hadn’t been looking for it but she certainly felt a little buzz from the admiration - and possibly the alcohol. Megan was about to answer when she noticed Henry still hovering, clearly ready to fill up her empty glass and with a smirk at her new companion she turned towards the bartender. “Henry could I please have a Vodka Martini, stirred not shaken,” she grinned. “I’m Megan,” she smiled as she turned back. “And unless you are inviting me to join you at the table in the corner I think you should stay right here.”
Cosimo raised an eye, surprised the young woman-- Megan-- was ordering another drink. She seemed a bit tipsy already, but didn’t want to verbalize any assumptions. “Stirred, hm? Cute,” he teased. “It’s a pleasure to meet you though-- I’m Cosimo, and unless you would like to join me at the table in the corner, I’m afraid, I won’t be moving from right here. You’re entirely too beautiful to be drinking alone,” he complimented rather forwardly. “That is… presuming you’re alone?”
Megan smiled widely at the introduction, biting her lip lightly at the compliment. Her drink was placed in front of her and she turned with a nod to Cosimo, “I am sadly alone, or rather I was….and I think perhaps we should move to the table in the corner. Henry looks as if he is planning on keeping a very close eye on us this evening otherwise.” She lifted her glass with a nod of thanks to the bartender before looking expectantly at the Dominant, “Shall we?”
“Henry, hm? He playfully cast a suspicious glance at the Dominant, adding, “You’re right. Let’s move,” as he slid several bills towards the bartender to cover this drink before picking it up to walk towards the table. He was mindful of Megan following him, pausing before the table and pulling out one chair slightly in invitation for the submissive. “So. What’s someone like you doing drinking alone on a Thursday night?” He asked curiously, waiting till she sat to do the same.
She hesitated for a moment as the Dominant dealt with his bill. With a polite thanks at the seat invite Megan sat down and placed her glass on the table, having decided that vodka martinis weren’t really her thing and rather wishing she had just got another glass of wine.
The question flustered her a little, not wanting to give the impression she was some poor lost soul with no friends- however accurate the image was at the current time. She brushed her hair back from her face as she tipped her head and took the opportunity to admire the man’s strong jaw line and stunning eyes. “I’m here for a few weeks on a research project, at the hospital. The novelty of a visiting physician has worn off and my colleagues all have plans which leaves me rather at a loose end this evening. Of course if I was being good I would be up in my room studying my notes from today but my own company is getting a little boring.” One hand rested just above her knee, just below where the fabric of her dress finished as her fingers drummed lightly on her bare leg. “What about yourself Sir? Why are you all alone?” she asked, a slight smirk on her lips as she really hoped he wasn’t just passing time till an engagement.
“I’m here on business,” Cosimo replied rather briskly, lips sliding into a smirk. “And as much as I’m looking for a successful outcome to my trip, I have little desire to spend more time with these individuals than I need to. I’d much rather find myself across the table from a beautiful woman than a group of men old enough to be my father,” he added with a wink. He raised his glass to his lips for a moment to take another sip, noting how the other hadn’t touched her drink. He hesitated a moment, still smiling as he curiously asked, “Don’t tell me you’re not a fan of vodka? Or perhaps stirred was a mistake?”
Megan found herself preening a little more at the compliment. She was out of practice at being looked at this way but certainly was enjoying it again and a small laugh left her lips at the wink. Finding herself drawn to his gaze for a little longer than was perhaps appropriate she broke her look with another chuckle, more from embarrassment this time though. “Perhaps stirred was the mistake….but no, it’s not exactly to my taste.” Biting her lower lip as she looked up through her lashes she smiled, “It did bring me to a table in the corner with some charming company so it wasn’t a complete waste though.”
“As flattered as I am, perhaps you should have requested it a bit dirty then. The taste of olives often helps mask the liquor when desired,” he suggested playfully, delighted by the returned interest. Cosimo had been dreading the trip to Rome for weeks, not a fan of dealing with several clients in the area, but the submissive before him was quickly turning into a pleasant surprise. “Would you like me to order you another glass of wine? Or something else?”
“Dirty,” she echoed with emphasis and rolling the r. “I’ll bear that in mind. It sounds like that might be more to my taste.” Shaking her head she sat forward a little, “It’s a kind offer but I think I might pause the alcohol for a bit. A glass of water wouldn’t go amiss though, I’d hate to leave you drinking entirely alone.” As much as she was enjoying herself Megan was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol and didn’t want her meeting with the man to be cut short by any ill effects.
“How kind of you-- water it is,” he replied with amusement and moved to stand. “I’ll be right back,” he assured, “Try not to miss me too much.” Cosimo turned then and darted back to the bar, requesting a water with a bit of hustle and ounce of charm. Feeling a bit proud of his efficiently, he quickly returned to the table and gracefully set the water in front of Megan, giving her his best smile. “Well?”
Megan chuckled at the instruction not to miss him but instead took the opportunity to adjust her dress and sort her hair. She was toying with the idea of pulling out her compact to check her lipstick but didn’t want it to look as if she was trying too hard. Instead she ran her tongue over her teeth and dabbed the sides of her lips hoping for the best, after all her lipstick had been perfect when she left her room that evening. Her eyes sparkled with mirth as the water was presented to her and she lifted it to take a sip before proclaiming, “Beautifully done and without doubt some of the fastest water presentation I’ve seen in a long time. It tastes fabulous too.” Still holding the glass in her hand she looked over, “So how long are you in Rome for?”
Cosimo laughed, moving to sit back down. “I was referring to if you missed me, not my water acquisition abilities.. But I’m glad to know it was appreciated nonetheless,” he replied with glee. “And I’ve got to be back in Verona by next Monday, so it’s a short visit here in Rome I’m afraid. Hopefully that… isn’t an issue?” His voice lingered with the question, curious how Megan would interpret it and the very obvious suggestion of interest.
Megan’s cheeks flushed a little as he teased her and she had to resist the temptation to stick her tongue out at him, it really wasn’t going to be the way to keep the handsome man talking to her. Her eyes widened at his response, “Verona? You’re from Verona?...but no, it’s...it’s definitely not an issue.” She gave him her most confident smile, trying to reassure him in the look that the time was certainly not an issue for her.
“Yes, Verona,” he repeated back in amusement, wondering what she was thinking for just a moment. “And good, I’m glad. I would have been quite disappointed otherwise, missing an opportunity to get to know someone like you,” he added as he took another sip of his drink, polishing it off. He slid the glass slightly to the side as his gaze drank in Megan’s sight then, enjoying the rapt attention. “I’m afraid I’m not one to beat around the bush either, so if my intentions just now perhaps weren’t horribly clear…” He paused a moment, very obviously checking her out again. “I find you exceedingly attractive. And I’m presuming unattached. Perhaps you’d like to take this elsewhere in a bit?”
Megan bit down her lower lip as her gaze never left his piercing blue eyes. Her expression brightened as she found herself preening again at the compliments. With an encouraging smile as he began to speak again she could feel herself begin to brim with anticipation and excitement. “Definitely unattached,” she blurted out before settling herself again and continuing a little calmer. “In the interest of honesty then let me say I find you exceedingly handsome and....” Pausing for a moment to brush her hair back from her shoulders and get her nerves under control, damn she hadn’t done this in such a long time. “I...I have a room upstairs, you know should you want to make that the, erm the elsewhere in a bit….or we could even take some drinks there now.” Her eyes were drawn to his mouth as she licked her lips subconsciously and realised just how much she really did want to get to know him more intimately.
To say the Dominant was pleased would be an understatement, feeling more bold with the green light from the beauty before him that there was equal interest. It was only a shame it was a work night in his eyes, knowing their time would be limited. “Well what are we waiting for?” He asked, moving to stand. He reached for her discarded martini with one hand and extended the other to Megan. “Upstairs sounds perfect. Shall we?”
Megan gave a single nod, her eyes sparkling with desire as she stood up and took his offered hand. With a small wave towards Henry as they left the bar area Megan led the Dominant to the elevator and pressed the button. “I’m on the third floor,” she explained as she stood with her eyes glued to the metal doors and waiting on them to open. Hesitating for a second as they did to allow him to enter first if he wanted she pressed the three and leaned back against the side as the doors shut again and they began to rise. One hand went to the pocket of her jacket and wrapped around the key card as she raised her eyes to see the numbers increase, her gaze finding his again as she looked down.
Cosimo hovered behind Megan as he let her lead the way, following her into the elevator. He was delighted to find themselves alone as the doors shut, facing Megan and immediately closing the gap between them as he pinned her frame against the wall, one hand holding the martini still as the other laid flat against the wall beside her frame. He leaned in, eyes drinking in her facial features and focusing on the submissive’s lips a moment before going back to her eyes. “It’s a shame it’s a work night… I can’t help but think of so many things I’d like to do to you,” he replied back unabashedly, closing the remaining distance between them.
Megan felt her breath hitch as the man closed the gap between them, the dominance radiating from him as his position alone had her desperate to fall to her knees for him. Her stomach churned with anticipation as he studied her, desire evident on his face and she was sure was matched by the look on hers. “There’s a lot of things I would like you to do to me, but we have a few hours right now,” she assured him, her voice slightly breathless and her chest heaving. He moved closer and she tipped her head to kiss him just as the lift shuddered to a halt and the doors opened. Letting out a groan she moved her lips to his ear, “Room 315 Sir.”
Cosimo backed up as he heard the elevator open, tugging Megan out by her hand. His eyes scanned the wall for a brief moment, spotting a placard that implied which direction for which room number, before confidently pulling her to the right. “And what are these things you’d like me to do, hm?” He asked playfully as he spotted the door, motioning for her to go first in order to unlock the door.
“Hmm, so many things but they pretty much all involve a lot less clothes and us being much, much closer,” she purred as her cheek brushed against his. Pulling her key card out of her pocket she swiped it quickly, saying a silent prayer to whoever was listening for not making a fool of her at that moment and pushed the door open. Stepping inside she closed the door behind him and leaned back against it with a soft smirk, “I’ve shared mine now why don’t you tell me what you were imagining doing to me?”
“Well aren’t you easy to please,” he mused as his eyes narrowed. Cosimo’s lips split into a grin again as they walked in. It was as if the submissive had read his mind as he turned around in the entryway. He closed the gap and pinned her with both arms against the door frame, humming softly in satisfaction. The Dominant leaned in, his cheek brushing against Megan’s again as his lips moved towards her ear. He took a moment to breath in her scent, fresh and light still despite a a day’s work-- either shampoo or perfume he mused, and wondered if she always smelled like that. One foot nudged between Megan’s, spreading her legs slightly, and one hand moved to up her cheek on the opposite side, cupping it gently. “As I said.. There’s a lot I’d love to do to someone as beautiful and delicate as you,” he replied calmly, voice velvet as his hand slipped to her neck. “But since you asked.. I’d take you apart piece by piece given the chance…. And take my time before putting you back together. Perhaps I’d do that with rope or leather… Perhaps with my hand around your neck just so,” he detailed softly, keeping his face hidden near the crook of her neck. He moved, placing a kiss right along her jaw as his hand slid further down, running along her side. “Dozens of possibilities depending on your limits… I could be rough… I am found of impact play… Well.. fond is probably an understatement-- but for our first time. For you.” He sighed and kissed her again, moving just south to her neck as his other hand moved to Megan’s hip. “I’d look forward to you showing me how wrong I am to call you delicate though. I bet your skin takes on the most charming shade of red when provoked, doesn’t it?” He mused aloud, lips continuing a trail of slow kisses along her neck. “But tonight… Tonight I would love the pleasure of simply getting to know your body, Megan. Now as you were saying… Less clothing, yes?”
Megan could feel the heat of his body as he stood over her and she struggled to swallow as she felt the draw towards him, towards the dominance which just streamed from the man. Her body was certainly responding to his every touch and nudge and as his hand reached her neck it took everything in her to not just collapse in a gibbering heap. The noise that left her lips at the mention of rough and impact was frankly quite obscene and would leave nobody in any doubt how much she loved that kind of play. If anything that was something she had struggled with towards the end of her relationship and certainly since it ended, the lack of bruising on her ass and that wonderful shooting, burning pain when she sat down. Her lips twisted into a grin as he mentioned her not being so delicate and she nodded breathlessly at the idea of her skin being red. Soft moans began to build as he kissed her neck and she tipped her head to the side in encouragement. “Yes oh yes Sir. That all sounds incredible,” she blurted out, well aware of how desperate she sounded but not really caring. She wanted him to in whatever way he desired and honestly the thought of naked and fucked just sounded like heaven right now. “Definitely less clothing,” Megan agreed with a smirk. “Would you like to undress me or do you prefer I strip for you Sir?” she added, her voice dropping lower in anticipation.
“Strip for me,” the Dominant requested, despite the temptation to do so himself. “Then lay yourself out on your bed. I’ll be right behind,” he added, loosening his tie as he spoke. He usually enjoyed slowly giving a submissive the pleasure of stripping him, but they didn’t have all night, so sacrifices had to be made. Cosimo wasted no time with his own clothing even though his eyes remained on Megan, shamelessly stripping everything off. When he finally made his way over to the bed only his tie remained in his hands, figuring it would make due considering their lack of resources for the impromptu hookup.
Her lips curled into a seductive smirk and she licked her lips slowly at his request. “Yes Sir,” she purred as she kicked her heels off to the side. Reaching up behind her she slid the zip down on her dress and allowed it to fall and billow at her feet. Looking over to see him still watching made her stomach clench in a delicious way and she certainly enjoyed the sight of his flesh being revealed too. It only took another moment for her to strip out of everything else and as she crossed to the bed she climbed on, crawling across for a moment and giving him a little show of her pale ass, perhaps even a little temptation she thought to turn it pink at some point. Flipping onto her back she spread her legs shamelessly, an invitation should he still need one - not that she thought for a moment he did. As she settled her head on her pillow she looked for him and moaned quietly to herself at the striking figure before her. Two months of celibacy were certainly catching up on Megan’s body and she could only hope she wouldn’t combust too early!
Cosimo made his way over to the bed, drinking in Megan’s nude form as he did so. The Dominant’s drink had been abandoned on a nearby table near a pile of his clothing. He climbed onto the bed with his body lying parallel to hers for a moment, tie dropped carelessly beside them as he propped himself up on his elbow. His other hand slid across her tummy and up her side slowly, gaze following as he did so. “You… Are absolutely breathtaking,” he murmured softly leaning in to capture her lips in a far more intimate kiss.
Megan watched him crawl over her, her eyes locked on his as he took his position. Her mouth opened with a little sigh as his hand made contact with her skin. His touch was gentle and slow and she her breath hitched in her throat at his words. The compliment sent a warm shiver through her and she tipped her head to meet his lips, easily deepening the kiss with him. They didn’t part until they needed air and as she caught her breath she let her gaze watch him again, “Do that again please.”
“Again, hm?” He repeated back, voice laced with amusement as he leaned in to almost kiss Megan again before pausing. Instead, his body weight shifted, leaning more over Megan’s frame as his hand slid lower, caressing her hip. “Since you asked nicely, he agreed, fingers squeezing gently at the skin. Cosimo leaned back in to claim her lips once again, nipping gently as he did so. Simultaneously his hand slid back up as the kiss deepened, moving to explore and gently massage Megan’s breast.
Megan hummed against his lips as he shifted and she liked the solid feeling of his body over her. His fingers left a trail of anticipation and excitement as they moved over her skin, ready to explode at a moment’s pleasure. Her eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in to her lips again but his hand on her breast made her breath hitch and she moaned softly at the touch. One hand rose to stroke across the Dominant’s soft skin, tracing little patterns over his back with one finger before the other hand joined it and she slid both hands across the expanse of his body.
Cosimo’s thumb brushed across Megan’s nipple almost teasingly, gently massaging her breast as his lips moved from hers to her jawline and neck, enjoying seeing her reaction. He rotated between feather-light kisses and nipping at the skin till it turned pink, hand eventually moving back down to her smooth stomach. He hesitated a moment, ready to continue their descent until he changed course, blindly reaching behind him for his discarded tie. “Hands above your head, darling,” he requested softly, a pleased grin spreading across his lips.
Megan’s body was heating up rapidly and his lips on her neck were sending sparks all over her body. Soft moans and the occasional squeak left her lips as he kissed and nipped her and all achieving their aim of driving her wild. Her breathing became shallower as he moved down her body and she was ready for him to venture between her legs when he suddenly stopped. Her mouth opened with a groan as she lifted her head to see what he was doing but the expression on her lips soon changed to joy as she realised he was going to tie her hands. Her smile matched his as she lifted her arms up. “Aren’t you full of surprises,” she teased.
“I’d like to think on occasion,” he replied playfully with a wink, glancing down at Megan’s face for a moment before turning his attention to her arms. He shifted his weight slightly in order to ease tying her hands and wrists together with his tie. “Just making due with limited resources,” he added, focused still on her wrists as he checked to make sure it was snug, but not overly so. “Now, where was I?” He ran his palm down one of Megan’s arms as he relaxed back onto his side. His hand moved, cupping her cheek for a moment as he brought her lips to his again before it sunk further again, sliding across her abdomen and down to her sex.
Megan moved easily as the dominant fastened her wrists with the tie. Tugging lightly on the restraint she laughed at his remark, “I absolutely support your resourcefulness Sir.” Biting her lip as he ran his hand down her body again she let out a soft breath as his hand finally reached between her thighs. Her legs parted further in invitation and well aware she was more than ready for him.
Cosimo’s eyes narrowed as he grinned, heart thrumming in anticipation. It had been some time since he’d enjoyed another’s company, too focused on work to find much time for carnal pursuits. The Dominant leaned in, planting several rougher kisses along her neck that would no doubt bruise as his fingers slid just far enough to gently massage her clit. Cosimo was driven by desire, slowly mapping each inch of her body with his hands, listening intently as he did so for her reaction. As much as he enoughed being a bit rougher than most, he always held back the first time with another. He was more focused on learning what made them tick-- or in this case, moan.
Megan tipped her head back as his lips landed on her neck and she moaned loudly at the feeling, aware there was a good chance he was going to leave marks which she would enjoy looking at for several more days. His hand moved towards her core and the wonderful warm feeling in her lower stomach began to bloom with anticipation. Squirming a little as she adjusted to the feeling she made no attempt to hide the sounds tumbling from her lips and unable to hold herself back even if she tried. “Please Sir,” she muttered with a needy breathlessness and wanting more.
Cosimo sped up his actions slightly, smirking softly to himself. His lips moved south, placing several chaste kisses across her chest before he brought one of her breasts to his mouth, greedily sucking on it gently. He could feel his cock twitch, eager to progress with the foreplay. He forced himself to not do though so because of how needy the raven-haired beauty was being for him, instead encouraging it. “Please what Megan? What do you want from me, sweetheart?” He requested, bringing his lips back down to her other breast as he waited for a response.
Her words seemed to be lost in the myriad of sensations and delight and as he played her body beautifully she could barely speak. Usually she would try to hold back how needy she was but right now, with how long it had been and how much she desired this she didn’t stand a hope of pretending. “Please, please don’t stop. I need to feel you everywhere. Let me do everything to please you tonight Sir.” A long groan erupted from her lips as he sucked on her other breast and her hips began to jerk as her core grew wetter by the second.
The Dominant felt his control slowly slipping the more Megan begged. Normally he wouldn’t let himself be swayed so easily, but he also rarely drank as much as he had before hooking up with someone. Rarely hooking up in general was another story, almost giddy and drunk with power from how much he was enjoying himself. He paused his teasing, lips moving further south as he placed several kisses across the soft skin of her tummy, glaze flickering up almost mischievously for a moment. His hands moved, one to each thigh as he spread her legs a bit more and held them apart. Cosimo slid down the bed further, kissing traveling down past her navel as well until he finally reached his goal. His tongue darted out with an experienced and calm ease despite his eagerness to provoke more moans from the woman before him. What’s a little more teasing, he mused.
Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his touch move lower and lower. Her stomach churned and her arms jerked against the tie both in delight and frustration at not being able to move. Lifting her head so she could watch the blonde hair as it travelled down her body Megan caught his eye as he looked up and her heart skipped a beat at the way expression on his face. She hadn’t felt that pull of desire for several months and as he eased her legs apart, his warm breath on her most sensitive area and his tongue exploring and tasting her Megan forced herself to close her eyes and enjoy it. Sensual moans tumbled from her lips and that forgotten warmth that she loved began to build low in her stomach. Twisting her arms again as the Dominant’s actions had her whole body reacting she wanted, no needed so much more from him. “Sir please, I need you. I need to feel you fill me up.” Opening her eyes and lifting her head with a smirk she added, “I know you want to.”
