Sinfully Yours, Sir (Doms of Decadence 4)
“I’ll try, Sir,” she said honestly.
When he returned a few minutes later, she was finishing off the sandwich. “Easy baby,” he told her as she jumped a little when he walked up to her.
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Don’t apologize. This has been a stressful few hours.” Hard to believe that only five hours ago he’d been spanking her ass at Club Decadence. Speaking of which…
He walked around behind her. “Show me your ass, a mhuirnín.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him in confusion. “Sir?”
“Lean forward, place your chest on the floor and thrust your bottom up.”
Her cheeks filled with color and he expected her to balk. But she proved him wrong and did as he’d ordered. This position provided him with a whole different view and his cock pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans.
He wouldn’t be surprised to find his balls had turned blue.
The lips of her pussy were parted, revealing the lush pinkness within. Leaning in, he cupped one firm, rounded cheek.
“You have the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen.” He grabbed her other cheek and parted them slightly so he could see the puckered hole hidden between them.
Tilly’s breath caught. He was testing her, seeing if he could push her a little. Not too far. But she needed to know that he was in charge right now. Plus, if she was focused on what he was doing then it kept her mind off everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.
“Very, very nice,” he murmured. He moved around to her front and held out his hand. “Come with me.”
He helped he
r stand then led her into the bathroom. Turning off the taps, he tested the temperature. Adjusting it to his satisfaction, he turned and just stared at her for a long moment. Her full breasts, soft tummy, tucked-in waist and flared hips.
“In you go.”
Silently, she stepped into the bath. He lathered up his hands and proceeded to wash her thoroughly. Moving down her shoulders and over her breasts, he spent a long time running the palms of his hands around her breasts then tweaked each nipple gently.
“Ohh.” Tilly relaxed back against the bath as he continued to play with her nipples.
Then he moved his way down her stomach, feeling her tense. But he continued to touch her. He intended to touch her a lot, everywhere, no matter what hang-ups she might have.
Dylan ran his hands down her thighs and raised first one leg then the other so that her feet were resting on the edge of the bath. Using his fingers, he washed her pussy with long, sensual strokes.
Tilly’s breathing grew faster, her face flushing with a combination of arousal and heat. Dylan placed her legs back in the bath, smiling at her disgruntled look.
“Sit forward.” She leaned forward and he washed her back. Her blonde hair was plastered to the back of her neck.
Standing, he helped her up and wrapped her in a large fluffy towel before lifting her out of the tub.
She attempted to help him dry her, but he calmly pushed her hands away.
“No,” he told her. “You follow my direction.”
Tilly nodded. “Sorry, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Once she was dry, he took the towel away and grabbed a dry one. “Take this towel and lay it on the bed then lie facedown on it. I’ll tidy up in here and then I’ll be in.”
Dylan emptied the bath and hung the wet towel up before searching through the bathroom cabinets. He knew Rogan would have this place well stocked. He grabbed a small bottle of baby oil and walked back into the bedroom. She had followed his orders exactly. Dylan stripped off his shirt but kept his jeans on. Probably best to keep a layer between them to stave off the temptation to take her.
Dylan climbed onto the bed and straddled her, careful not to rest his weight on her. Squirting some oil onto his palm, he rubbed his hands together to warm it. Then he started at the top of her shoulders and worked his way down her back with firm strokes.
A small groan erupted from her.