I shake my head. “You’ll just have to be a man of your word.”
Seth nods. “Always.”
One shaky inhale.
Say it.
A steadier deep breathe. “I don’t want you to be gentle with me.”
Seth’s breathing stills.
“I want you to fuck me like I’m your sub. Because I am,” I say. “Aren’t I?”
“Damn right you are.” Seth nods before rolling off me and getting to his feet. Our eyes lock. “Are you ready to begin again?”
I divert my eyes from his. “Yes, Sir.”
“Fuck, I love it when you call me that.”
Seth grabs my ankle and yanks me across the bed.
I yelp as he positions me across the bed, then flips me onto my belly.
He grabs my ponytail and presses my face into the mattress. “Face down.” Then, his hands slide into the pockets of my hips, and he yanks them back. “Ass up. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I pant into the mattress.
“Repeat it.”
My chest warms at that. “Face down, ass up, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
With my face down, I do not have a view of what Seth is doing, which means feeling him is everything I have.
Seth presses his clothed erection into my backside and hums. “Goddamn it…”
Same.
He drapes himself over me and begins to press kisses down my spine.
I melt further into the bed with each touch of his lips.
It is such a small and gentle gesture, yet knowing he has complete control of the situation sends my head spinning.
Then, his fingers tuck into the band of my underwear.
He begins to work them down, a sharp inhale when they’re halfway down my thighs. “Christ, you’re glistening.”
For you.
“Straighten your legs for me, pet.”
Oh, I love when he calls me that.
With my legs straightened, Seth guides the panties all the way off, then taps my heels off the backs of my feet so they fall to the ground.
Now, I’m naked in front of the man who is going to take my virginity. The man I’ve tried to stay away from for so fucking long it’s caused physical ache in the pit of my belly and the apex of my thighs. The man I’ve touched myself thinking about. The man who has owned every single one of my climaxes because I want him that fucking badly.