His lips brush my nipple. Softly.
Then harder.
The scrape of his teeth.
"Fuck." I bring my hand to his chest. Tug at his shirt.
He bites me again. Harder. Hard enough it hurts.
"Ty—"
Again.
I hook my arm around his neck. Let my nails find his skin.
Again.
My hips rock against his. He's hard beneath me. So close to where he's supposed to be. Only this stupid fabric between us.
Again.
"Fuck."
Then harder—
Harder—
He's pushing me.
Daring me.
Daring me to ask him to stop.
But I don't want him to stop. I want that sweet, perfect pain.
He scrapes his teeth against me again.
And again.
Harder.
Harder.
The brush of his teeth sends a pang to my sex. The perfect mix of pain and pleasure. It hurts. But that only winds me tighter.
It only makes me achier.
He winds me tighter again and again.
Harder and harder.
Until it is too much.
I close my eyes. Try to take it. To focus on the feeling of his cock against my sex. His legs between my thighs. His hands against my waist.
Again.
Again.
Fuck—
"Azure."
He stops immediately. Looks up at me. Studies my expression. Waits.
I suck a breath through my teeth. "I still—"
"I know."
"But you—"
"Should I check in? Red, yellow, green?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He holds my gaze for a long moment, then he pulls me into a slow, deep kiss.
Again, he drags his lips down my neck. Over my collarbone. My breasts.
He bites softly.
Then harder.
Harder.
Until I let out a groan that's agony as much as it's ecstasy.
Then he stays there.
He toys with me with that same perfect pressure, sending pangs of pain and pleasure to every inch of my skin.
My entire body tunes to him.
The softness of his lips. The sharpness of his teeth.
His cock, hard, between my legs.
My hips rock of their own accord.
He groans against my flesh. But still, he toys with me. Mercilessly slowly, again and again.
Until I'm sure I can't take anymore.
And, still, he toys.
"Please." I rock against him. "Please, fuck me." Again. "Please, sir."
His nails dig into my skin.
It drives him crazy too.
But still, he's patient. He pulls back. Looks into my eyes. "Stand."
I do.
He tugs my pajama bottoms off my hips. Then my black panties.
I'm standing in his kitchen, naked, next to our used breakfast plates. A perfectly normal breakfast and now he's ordering me out of my clothes.
It's absurd.
It's absurd how much I like it.
Want it.
Crave it.
"You're beautiful, baby. Have I told you that?" His hand curls around my hip.
"Yes."
"I haven't said it enough." His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass.
He looks me up and down slowly, waiting, reveling in every ounce of his power.
He doesn't need a suit or a limo or a fancy restaurant. He has it. No matter what he wears or where he goes, Ty knows exactly how to play me.
He keeps one hand on my hip. Slips the other between my legs.
His palm brushes my cunt. "You're wet."
"You're hard."
"Do you think that will make me relent?"
"No."
"Smart girl." He teases me with two fingers. Then he pulls back. Brings them to his lips. "That's one of the things I like about you."
"Thank you."
His eyes find mine. "You're going to come on my face."
My breath catches.
"Do you want it here? Or in the bed?"
"Will you fuck me after?"
"Maybe."
Fuck. "Please."
"I said maybe. Don't make me say it again."
"Yes, sir."
"Here? Or the bed?"
"Here."
"Sit." He places his hand on the table. "And spread your legs."
I turn. Slide onto the table.
"Fuck." His breath catches in his throat. "Beautiful." He rises. Pushes his chair aside. Places his body between my thighs.
I hook my legs around him reflexively.
He brings his hands to my thighs. Holds them in place.
He kisses me. Though I'm not sure I can call it a kiss. His lips are against mine, yes. His tongue is in my mouth, yes.
But it's not a kiss.
It's a command.
And all I want to do is obey.
I reach for his shirt. Pull it over his head.
He releases me. Lowers me onto my back.
Drops to his knees between my legs.
He's kneeling in front of me, but still, he has all the power.
Still, all I want to do is give him more.
I let my eyes close.
His fingers curl into my thighs. Then it's the heels of his hands. He pushes harder, until my thighs are digging into the table.
Until I ache.
Until I know I'm his.
Then he brings his lips to my inner thigh. One soft kiss, then his mouth is on me.
His lips against my clit.
His tongue against my folds.
He licks me up and down, slowly tasting every inch of me.
I hook my legs over his shoulders. Reach for something to steady myself. Get only the edge of the table.
He brings his tongue to my clit.
Soft flicks.
Then hard ones.
Back and forth.
Up and down.
There—
Exactly the spot I need.
"Fuck, Ty." My heels dig into his back.
He shoves my thighs against the table. Hard. Enough it hurts.
Enough I'm completely at his mercy.
Enough my sex aches.