The Little Black Dress (Love in Las Vegas)

“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking worried.

“Nothing,” I reply quickly. “I have something I want to show you.”

Jared nods, then shuffles backward until his legs hit the bed. Sitting, he watches me expectantly as I kick off my sandals and slowly lift the hem of my tank top. His eyes darken as they follow my every move, so I take my time, carefully pulling the shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor.

My shorts are next, and I wiggle my hips as I push them to the floor. Stepping out of the denim, I kick the garment aside before cocking a hip and meeting Jared’s gaze.

He’s on his feet in an instant, moving closer as his eyes rove down my body and back up again. He circles me, and I feel a fingertip trail down my back just before his breath hits my shoulder.

“You wore this for me?”

“Do you like it?” I ask after giving him a quick nod.

His chest brushes against my back as his hands land on my hips. His palms skim up my sides, gliding over the slippery material, then circle around to brush over my breasts and down my stomach.

“I love it,” he whispers before his lips touch my bare shoulder.

One hand slips lower, the fingers burrowing between my legs. Jared goes still, the only movement his finger tracing lightly over the bare skin he finds there.

“You naughty girl,” he breaths.

My insides clench at his words. Ava’s text about Jared possibly spanking me flashes through my mind, and a rush of heat scorches through me, making me pant. A breath hisses through Jared’s teeth as his finger spreads the fresh moisture through my slit to my clit.

“Oh, you like it when I call you naughty, don’t you?” he asks, but it’s really more a statement than a question.

He doesn’t expect an answer, and I don’t give one.

My head falls back against his chest as he rubs circles over my clit. His free hand moves to the laces at my chest, pulling them free before sliding his palm beneath the satin to cup my breast. I can feel his erection against my lower back, and I rub against it as a low purr rumbles in my throat.

“Get on the bed,” he says roughly, ignoring my groan of protest as he pulls his hands away from me. “On your hands and knees.”

I obey without argument, scrambling up into the position he demanded with my knees spread as wide as I can manage. I hear the rustling of fabric, and my heart starts to pound as I imagine him taking off the t-shirt and shorts he’s wearing.

“What were you hoping for tonight, Red?” he asks, his voice casual. “Were you trying to tease me with this?”

I shiver as his fingers loop under the two strips of satin that frame my center. My blood zips through my veins, my excitement ramping up by leaps and bounds.

“No.”

“No, what?” he asks, his voice deeper.

“No, sir,” I breathe between heavy pants.

“So, if you weren’t planning to tease me with this, then I suppose you were hoping I’d fuck you in it? Maybe lick your sweet pussy like I did this morning in my office?”

“Yes…sir,” I huff out.

“Such a naughty girl,” he says, his voice almost regretful. “What do naughty girls need, Sophie?”

I shake my head, making my loose hair swing as my lungs fight for oxygen. I’ve never indulged in this kind of foreplay before, and my body is going a little haywire at the intensity of it. I’m wound so tight, if he so much as blows a breath against my core, I might come.

“Tell me what you want, Red,” he demands, one hand reaching out to grip the length of my hair and twisting until it’s wrapped around his fist. “Tell me what you need.”

“A spanking,” I whisper.

“Has anyone ever spanked you before? During sex?” he asks, his voice softening as his free hand caresses one of my ass cheeks.

I shake my head, and his hand stops moving.