âHit me, pleaseâ she whispered in his ear as she tossed her bra off the edge of the bed.Â
âHit you?â he repeated with a smirk, pulling her close and sliding his hands under the hem of her skirt. âIâm not kinky, I told you. You were the one who decided we should meet up anyway.â
She scowled. âDonât be so boring.âÂ
He held her petulant gaze silently for a moment, hands going still as he looked her over. Inexplicably, it felt like a challenge.Â
He undressed her slowly, with an eyebrow raised, fingertips like whispers against her hips and thighs. First the the skirt. Then the panties. He ran his warm hands along her legs with a focus that bordered on reverence.Â
And it felt good - he clearly knew his way around a womanâs body - but it wasnât enough. She didnât want his tenderness. She wanted his passion, his aggression. She wanted him to take control.Â
Well but what did you expect, she chastised herself. Itâs always a mistake to go out with vanilla guys. They never understand. Never again.
She squirmed in frustration, rolling her eyes as he leaned over her, planting a gentle kiss against the nape of her neck.
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âDonât move.â he whispered, running his hands along her skin so softly she could barely feel it.
His fingers trailed softly over her breasts and she arched up dramatically, craving friction.
âI said donât move,â he whispered again, stilling his hand and raising his gaze to meet her eyes.
âTouch me.â she hissed, desperate.
âI am,â he replied.
âMore,â she begged.
âGreedy,â he accused, smiling.
âAnd you said youâre not a sadistâŠ.â she teased with a groan, pushing up against his hand, urging him rougher, harder, faster. Just⊠somethingâŠ
He pulled his hands away abruptly, and raised an eyebrow at her pout. She realized her skin felt cold without his palms against it.
âAnd you said you were submissive. I donât know much about kink, but it seems like you must not be a very good at it, if you canât even follow a simple instruction like âhold still.ââ
Shocked, she gaped at him. How dare he.
âI will have you know that I am an excellentâ IâŠâ And then she smirked at him. âYou know, you can tie me down to hold me still.â
He smiled lazily at her, running a hand up the inside of her thigh. Gentle. Soft. Infuriating.
He leaned down close to her ear to whisper, so softly, âI donât have to. Because youâre going to lay right here. And youâre not going to move a muscle. And youâre going to take what I give you, in exactly the way I choose to give it. And youâre going to like it. Is that clear?â
Oh.
Maybe this wasnât going to be a total waste of her time after all.
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