For The Love Of Sir (Doms of Decadence 3)

Man, she really didn’t like the way he said that. Alex moved away and grabbed a stool. He carried it over and placed it beside her. He patted the top of the stool.

“Foot up here.”

“Umm.” She glanced down at the stool briefly. How the hell would she keep her balance?

“I’ll make sure you don’t fall. Trust me.”

Tara let out a deep breath. She did trust Alex. He would never let her fall.

She drew her leg up, placing it on the stool. It opened her up, baring her fully in front of the mirror. She blushed as she took in her bare pussy.

Tara wobbled a little, unable to balance herself. Alex quickly clasped her around the waist with one arm and ran his other hand down her raised leg then back up her inner thigh. He brushed by her pussy. Then he cupped one ass cheek, squeezing.

“Ohh.” She jumped, trying to look behind her.

“Uh uh uh, that’s three.”

“Damn it,” she swore.

Alex clucked his tongue, but his eyes were twinkling in amusement.

“You did that on purpose!” she accused.

“Did what?”

“You squeezed my sore butt so I’d look away from the mirror. That’s not fair.” The rat.

“Sweetheart, I’m a Dom. Sometimes I don’t play fair. But I would suggest you keep your eyes on yourself before I add a fourth.”

Calling him all the names under the sun—in her head of course—Tara drew her gaze back to the mirror as Alex cupped both breasts. He pulled her back a little so she was totally flush against him.

“Lean back on me,” he said, his breath tickling her ear.

Every nerve ending was dancing to his tune as she leaned back against his firm body.

It took quite a bit for her to trust him so much. Tara was used to relying on herself. She didn’t lean on other people, she was always the one others went to for something.

But with Alex it was different. He was very firmly in charge.

“Tara, that’s four. I can see I need to do more to keep your attention.”

Uh-oh, she really didn’t like that evil glint in his eyes.

“Sorry, Sir.”

“What were you thinking about that?”

“How sexy you are, Sir.” It was a little white lie. She was constantly thinking about how hot he was.

“Is that right? Well I guess I can hardly object to that, can I?” he said dryly.

She grinned. “It would be rather silly.”

“You’re still at four, brat.” He pinched her nipples sharply before rubbing them gently with his thumbs to ease the sting. Kissing his way down her neck, he managed to find every tender spot. Her legs shook so badly she was grateful of his support.

As though he sensed how shaky she was, Alex clasped her firmly around the waist once more, dropping his other hand down to her pussy. He ran his fingers through her folds. His fingers looked dark against her delicate pink flesh as he pulled her lower lips apart.

Her folds glistened with moisture and Tara found herself mesmerised as Alex strummed her clit with his finger. Back and forth. Round and round. He pulled his fingers up, placing them in his mouth.