“That’s what I thought.”
I crossed my arms and gave my head a slight nod. “Why are you still dressed? Take everything off.”
“Sorry, Sir. Yes, Sir,” she said, adding a terse salute.
Her playfulness never ceased to amuse me but now wasn’t the time to show her how much her mischievous ways affected me—melted me. Now was the time to show her I was the one in control. She didn’t need to know that all she had to do was ask me for the moon and I would get it for her.
I wasn’t in love with her. No. I wouldn’t allow that to happen, but I cared for her deeply. Perhaps one day I would be brave enough to allow love to happen…perhaps.
With her arms still wrapped around her body, she cautiously moved towards the window directly behind my desk.
“Why so shy, Pet?”
The timid, hesitant behavior she displayed was something I was beginning to understand. It was her pattern. When I would ask her to do something out of her comfort zone, she would waver and mull it over. But slowly, her excitement and curiosity always got the better of her until she let her needs take over. That was when she lost control. That was when she bared her soul to me.
“Remove your jacket,” I instructed, “then your blouse, followed by your skirt, then your bra and then your panties, but keep your stockings and shoes on.”
Taking a shaky breath, she shucked off her jacket and dropped it to the floor.
“This isn’t a dorm room, pick up your jacket.”
She rolled her eyes like a scolded teenager, but nonetheless, she did as I asked. After hanging her jacket over my couch, she made her way back to the window. I sat down and swiveled my chair around so I could watch her every movement.
A personal striptease while overlooking Central Park—life couldn’t get much better. My hardening cock agreed.
Slowly, teasingly, she unbuttoned her blouse and peeled the silky material off one shoulder and then the other. Before her shirt fell to the floor, she caught it and made a show of placing it on top of my desk.
Beneath her shirt was a sheer white bra that showed off her plump, pink nipples. The rapid beat of her heart made her voluptuous breasts quiver. The star pendant she never took off, hung between the valley of her breasts.
I motioned a finger in her direction. “Skirt.”
Reaching behind, she unbuttoned and unzipped her pencil skirt and wiggled her hips causing the material to slide down her legs. As with the blouse, she laid her skirt on top of my desk.
Lace topped stockings covered her long, toned legs and a sheer thong that matched her bra left nothing to the imagination.
Arousal glistened from her protruding lips. She might have acted like she was shocked at the suggestion of stripping in front of the window, but she was more than turned on by it.
“Widen your stance, Pet. Let me see what’s waiting for me between your legs.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Once widened, a teardrop of arousal trickled down her inner thigh. Powerless to resist, I reached out and caught the tantalizing teardrop.
I brought my fingertip to my lips and sucked. Closing my eyes, I savored her tangy taste. Soon, when she was flat on her back over my desk, I would taste a lot more than a trickle.
Opening my eyes, I said, “Bra and panties.”
With a seductive smile, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The straps fell down her arms. She caught them between her fingers before they fell and then dangled the cups a few inches from my face. As always, her scent was an intoxicating one.
“Aren’t you going to get undressed,” she asked, her voice husky. “Let me see your body. Let me see how hard I make you.”
“Reese,” I reprimanded, sharply. She was pushing the limits, and she knew it. Even if I felt like turning into a sex-starved caveman, I had to keep some semblance of control.
“Sorry. It’s just—”
“Do you want me to rip your panties off and spank that sweet ass of yours?”
She raised an eyebrow then giggled. It was a stupid question to ask.
“Rip them off, Sir. Use your teeth.”
Her nipples contracted, and goosebumps dotted her skin, and fuck, even though I wanted to turn down her request, I couldn’t—I wouldn’t.
I got on my knees and hooked my hands around her hips.
“What have you done to me?” I asked, placing my lips against her soft stomach.
“The same thing you’ve done to me,” she whispered.
I bit through the waistband of her barely-there thong and tugged. The fabric tore with zero resistance, and her response was an intense yearning, moan. The scraps of fabric fell from my mouth to the floor.
I lowered my head, and she laced her fingers through my hair, pressing me down, silently telling me what she wanted from me.