“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Her eyebrows went up quickly in an amused expression, but she didn’t smile. “I’m glad that I pleased you,” she said soberly. “How may I please you next? Your wish is my command.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her to stop her foolishness. She really was playing with fire. He didn’t want to demean the gift she gave him, though—such a priceless gift. His cock throbbed uncomfortably in his jeans, though, refusing to be silenced. He lowered his hand to his crotch and saw Katie follow his action with her eyes.
“It seems this is the master of me, at the moment,” he spoke quietly. “So I suppose it’s the master of both of us.”
She glanced up at his face, her eyes shining with excitement. Her head bent once again. “Would you like me to remove your boots?”
“Yes,” he replied. He watched her as she unlaced his hiking boots and pulled them off. Afterward, she removed his socks. He shivered at the sensation of her lightly touching his heels with her fingertips.
“Stand up, Katie,” he said when she’d finished.
He knew she was playing a part when she came to her feet gracefully and her head remained lowered, but she was still playing him perfectly. It would have never occurred to him that she’d take to the role of a submissive so perfectly.
“Turn around,” he said gruffly. “Stand still, so I can look at you.”
She followed his command without pause. Her hair was still mostly in front of her shoulders, but a few curling tendrils were falling down back and tickled the tops of her buttocks. Her ass was a sweet, plump, edible confection. Her legs were long for her height and perfectly proportioned. He stood behind her and removed his jeans and underwear, then, pausing to remove a condom from his wallet, sat back down on the couch.
“Now face me again,” he murmured.
Her gaze immediately dropped to his lap. He couldn’t help but smile.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked quietly.
She nodded, causing the gold coins in her hair to clink subtly.
“Yes. I want to please you, Master.”
“Then get one of your veils and bring it to me.”
“Yes, Master.”
Maybe it was his imagination, but he no longer sensed the laughter in her gaze. She suddenly seemed as solemn and earnest as the part she’d been playing. She was a magician, he swore.
“Turn around,” he murmured when she brought him a pale green veil. He twisted the fluid fabric in his hands, liking the sensual feel of it on his knuckles, his gaze glued to Katie’s ass. “Now move all of your hair behind your shoulders and place your wrists at the small of your back.”
When she’d done as he asked, he tied her wrists together with the twisted fabric.
“Now turn around and get on your knees,” he whispered gruffly. He parted his thighs and she moved between them. With her hair no longer covering her like a silken veil, her breasts were exposed. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of them—firm, curving flesh and capped with nipples that had already stiffened in arousal. He lowered his hands and cradled both breasts softly, wondering at the silkiness of her skin and the responsiveness of her nipples. His erection jerked in arousal, thumping against the hem of his shirt. He glanced up at Katie’s face and saw she stared at his cock. He fisted it and began to stroke himself slowly.
“Look at me, Katie,” he said. Her gaze flickered up to meet his. “You have a gorgeous body and a beautiful face, but do you want to know what had me about ready to explode in my jeans while I watched you dance?”
She shook her head once.
“Your eyes.”
A smile flickered across her lips.
“I want you to suck on me, but I want to see your eyes.”
She nodded. He held his cock at an angle where she could lean down and he could still see her eyes. She watched him as she slid the tip into her mouth and he was surrounded by her humid heat. Her lips held him in a viselike grip. Their gazes held as she laved him with her tongue, applying a stiff pressure with the tip at the slit.
He winced in pleasure.
He put his hand on the back of her head and eased her down over the rim onto the staff. Her eyes glistened like fire-lit jewels as she looked up at him. It was a wickedly potent combination, to feel her polishing the sweet spot beneath the head of his dick with a stiffened tongue and see her staring up at him with so much trust.
He didn’t deserve her trust. But he was so greedy, seeing the evidence of it aroused him exponentially anyway.