“I told you, don’t move.”
I shiver at the steel in his voice. There’s something powerful and commanding about him: Nero the boss, controlling everything in his domain.
Including me.
I let my legs fall open, inviting him. Nero smirks. “Impatient, hmm? Just for that, I’m going to make you wait.”
As if to prove his point, he trails his lips down my stomach. My core clenches tight in anticipation. But he doesn’t remove my skirt right away. Instead, he peppers kisses along my waistband, the ultimate tease.
His hands caress me, and I start to tremble, the sensation rolling through me, irresistible. It’s so good and we’ve barely gotten started.
He inches my skirt higher, fingertips light on my skin, and I whimper.
“Is this sweet pussy getting wet for me?” Nero muses, taking his sweet time exploring my inner thighs.
“Yes,” I gasp, clutching the cushions. “Please.”
He gives a low, dangerous chuckle, fingertips barely brushing over my damp panties. “Begging is useless, baby. You know, I won’t touch you until I’m damn well ready.”
Fuck. I’ve never been with a man that was this good at bringing me pleasure. With just light kisses and his fingers skimming over me, he’s winding me up tight. I want to explode already, but he knows what he’s doing. He barely brushes over my clit, backing off as soon as I start moaning, drawing out the pleasure until it’s driving me crazy.
His fingers slide under my panties and dip into my entrance, just another tease at first, but then, he’s got two of them moving in and out while his thumb stays pressed against my clit.
Oh god. I’m panting, and I still haven’t moved my hands. He’s kneeling beside me, and all I want to do is touch that big cock of his, to drive him crazy like he’s doing to me until he can’t take anymore and fucks me senseless.
But the torture of denying myself is all a part of heightening my pleasure. There’s no breaking him when he’s like this.
But damn, I want to try.
I reach for him, stroking his erection through the fabric of his briefs. I need to touch him so badly, to take some of the control back.
And maybe I want to test him.
His hand catches my wrist before I can stroke his swollen cock. “What did I tell you?” he says sternly. He pins my hands to the couch again, this time more forcefully. I try to get loose, but he’s too strong, even with just one hand.
“Play with fire baby… And you’re going to get burned.”
He moves his other hand down my body, pinching my nipple hard enough to make my eyes water. I gasp, bucking against him, but he’s immoveable. His lips capture mine, and he takes my lower lip into his mouth, nipping it. It stings, but he soothes it right away by running his tongue over the area.
The message is clear.
Don’t disobey.
“Don’t make me spank you,” he growls, “because I won’t stop until that hot little ass of yours is bright red.”
That’s shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does… And he notices.
“You’d like that, baby?” His hand moves to my pussy, testing my wetness. I moan. “Yeah, I think you would. Getting punished like a bad girl, until you’re all messed up and sticky for me.”
He grabs my hip, flipping my body over so I’m facedown on the couch with my hands sill pinned above my head. Nero yanks my skirt off, and my panties down.
“Ass up, baby. You asked for it.”
The first slap still takes me by surprise, sharp and stinging on my naked behind. I let out a little yelp, and Nero answers with a satisfied growl.
“See, baby? I’m not playing. You push me, and I will give you exactly what you deserve, every damn time.”
He spanks me again, but this time, I’m ready. The shock of sensation jolts through me, and I gasp, my blood running hotter. I’ve never felt anything like this before.