Unraveled (Mastered 3)

Those simple, exploring touches brought his dick to full attention.

Her arms circled his waist and she pressed her face into his spine below his shoulder blades. “Quite a sight you are in my living room, Knox. All these acres of muscles to pet and squeeze and tease. I’m a lucky woman tonight.”

He closed his eyes, pleased by her praise.

She scraped her fingernails down the backs of his arms and gooseflesh broke out. Then she threaded her fingers through his. “Come on.” She tugged on him and led him past the second living area.

Knox couldn’t keep his eyes off Shiori’s ass, displayed in a tiny pair of skintight spandex shorts. Would she let him touch her tonight?

She turned the corner, leading him into a bedroom. Candles gave the room a soft glow and filled it with the aroma of flowers and herbs. The bedding had been stripped.

She flattened her palms on his chest and caught his eyes. “You all right? You haven’t said anything.”

“I didn’t know if I was supposed to speak.”

Her hands moved up to frame his face. “You can speak at will, as long as it’s respectful or unless I specifically say no talking. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Kiss me hello, Knox.”

He knocked her hands free when he reached down and slipped his fingers beneath her jaw. He kissed her very, very softly at first. Letting the shape of her lips form to his as he gently glided side to side. Each pass she parted her lips a little more, so when he felt her breath, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. As he tasted her fully, he clamped his other hand on her butt and pulled her against his lower body.

Shiori’s fingertips dug into his abs as she created distance between their bodies, reminding him she was in control.

Knox couldn’t get enough of her mouth. He poured every ounce of passion he felt for her into the kiss; then he eased off, playfully nibbling on her upper and lower lip, sucking on her tongue. Between sweet, slow kisses, he murmured, “I could kiss you all damn night.”

She laughed softly and that ended the kiss. “But I do have other plans for us.” She stepped back and ran her finger along the elastic band of his boxer briefs, outlining the tip of his cock, which had escaped the confines of his underwear. When he glanced down to watch her touching him, she said, “Look at me.”

His eyes met hers.

“How’s your orgasm control?”

Jesus. “Meaning can I last a long time when I’m fucking? Yes.”

“Good to know,” she murmured. “But I’m talking about when I’ve got you facedown on the bed and I’m touching you all over. With my hands. With my body. With my mouth. Can you control yourself?” She swept the pad of her thumb across the ridge of his cock head. Over and over.

Everything in him tightened, and he felt like a teenager getting his first hand job. “I, ah, don’t know as I’ve never been in that situation where I have to hold back.”

“I appreciate your honesty. But I think I’d better put a cock ring on you.” She kept stroking him. “Ever worn one before?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, ma’am.”

Shiori stepped back. “Take off your underwear and return to rest position while I grab your cock ring.”

He shoved his briefs down and folded them in half before draping them on the end of the bed. This time when she sauntered back, he didn’t bother keeping his gaze lowered.

“This is a silicone cock ring.” She held his dick with both hands and rolled the black ring down his shaft. Then she rubbed her face in the patch of chest hair between his pecs and sighed. “I love the way you smell. I love chest hair. There’s just something so primal and male about it.”

Knox stared down at the top of her head, completely off balance. She said nothing about his cock. And yeah, he was a guy, so he knew his dick was bigger than average and he’d never gotten a complaint on how he used it.

After another nuzzle and a kiss, Shiori retreated and looked at him.

For the first time tonight he felt the power in her. It flowed over him and blew his fucking mind. He had the overwhelming desire to do anything she asked . . . But on the heels of that came his skepticism.

“Tonight is about us getting to know each other outside of the roles we’re familiar with. So when I ask you a question, I want an honest answer. Now I want you on the mattress in a spread-eagle pose, not painfully stretched out, but comfortable.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He eyed the bottle on the nightstand warily—lube?—before he did her bidding.