Yours Completely (Reign 2)

“Yes, ma’am.” And he did just that, slow and exaggerated, and finally faced me again. “Mmm, mighty fine package you are, Mr. Malone.”

“Are you trying to make me blush?”

“Maybe a little,” I said. Then I lifted my chin, motioning at his pants. “Off with those. Then you can get in bed while I try to find something suitable.”

“Ordering me around is fine for now, Kitten,” he said, unbuckling his belt. “But the second you bring that sweet ass of yours into my bed, all bets are off.”

His words sparked lust and need so hot and wet I was ready to jump on him right then. But this was too fun. I’d never had a boyfriend I could have fun with. To tease and feel like a vixen, which was what I was going for. It was freeing and nice.

He sat on his bed, stretching out in nothing but his black boxer briefs and threaded his fingers, bringing them behind his head. He laid there, simply watching me. I couldn’t help but want to take my playing to a naughtier level.

I walked toward the large dresser that was made of the same wood as his bed and opened the first drawer. My back was toward him, and I may have swung my hips a little extra as I perused the contents.

“Uh oh, found your unmentionables,” I said with a grin over my shoulder. I gave an exaggerated sigh. “I need to get out of this dress.” Then peeled it down my shoulders and off, keeping my back toward him the whole time. When it pooled at my feet, I stepped from it and bent over to unclasp my heels.

Cal hissed. “Fuck me, woman, your teasing is torture.”

I stepped out of my heels, leaving me in my bra and lace thong, and I looked at him. He was still laying back, his eyes trailing over every ounce of skin, and his boxer briefs were now tented. Just bending over got him hard? That made me feel pretty good, since just the sight of him gave me goose bumps.

I spun back toward his dresser and opened the next drawer. T-shirts. I pulled one of the Golden Fire ones out and held it up.

“Do you mind if I borrow this?”

“Not at all.”

Facing him. I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor. “That feels better,” I said, cupping my breasts once, to which Cal sat forward and groaned. Just his eyes on me had me wet and my nipples hard. I’d never felt so free, yet in control. It was amazing what finding some confidence in my body did. Because Cal made me feel like just the sight of me was worth waiting for.

Hooking my thumbs in my panties, I slid them down and off.

Grabbing the T-shirt, I put it on.

“Gotta say, Kitten. I’m not a fan of covering you up, but seeing you in my shirt?” He ran a palm down his very noticeably hard cock. “That’s a new level of sexy.”

I took a single step toward the bed. “Those need to come off,” I said, motioning to his underwear.

He did just as I asked.

Holy mother of God, the man was made from fantasy. He was strong and powerful, and my mouth watered remembering the taste of him. The feel of him.

I took another step, drunk on the slow, seductive power he was giving me.

“Will you touch yourself?” I asked.

I wanted to see how he liked to be touched.

He gripped his cock in his fist, but didn’t move it.

“Will you?” he countered.

I licked my bottom lip and trailed my hand down my stomach. His shirt was so big on me that it hit my thighs, so I gathered the material in my fist, pulling up the hem so he could see between my legs.

With my other hand, I covered my core. He hissed a breath and stroked once. I dipped between my folds, surprised at how wet I already was, and circled my clit slowly.

He ran his fist up and down his cock, his bicep bulging with each glide.

I took another step, continuing my slow self-pleasure.

“Every night,” he rasped. “Since the moment I met you, I’ve made myself come to thoughts of you.” He stroked again. “Never imagined it’d be like this.” His voice was hoarse and his eyes were searing.