Page 35 of The Power Play

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, “So, you haven’t fucked anyone since her then?”

He shakes his head, “I’ve tried, but no.”

I’m not sure what it says about me that I want to be the one that breaks his dry spell, maybe it’s the thought of all the pent-up sexual energy he must have. Or because I know we already have chemistry from the years of talking. But I’m also not going to be someone in his life that he feels is taking advantage of him. I don’t give a shit about how much money he has or doesn’t have. It’s not about what he does or who he is to the public. It’s about who he is as a person. And how attracted I am to him for those reasons.

After a few beats of silence between us I hop down from the counter and take the couple steps to be in front of him, our chests only inches apart.

“Do you want to?” I ask softly.

His eyes snap up to meet mine, his gaze is intense and pained. “Audrey, I don’t–”

I place my hand on his chest to stop him.

“Just answer. Do you want to?”

I watch his throat move while he swallows, his eyes bounce to my lips then back up to my eyes. He nods.

“Do you trust me?” I practically whisper.

He nods again.

“Good. I’m not going to push you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, understand?”

Once again, he nods.

Taking his hand in my own I walk him over to the dining room, pulling out a chair away from the table and I feel Charlie’s questioning gaze. When I turn around, I push him back into the chair, he goes willingly which makes the side of my lip turn up in a smirk.

“You want to watch again tonight?” I ask, walking around the back of the chair, trailing my hand along his arm, up his shoulder and watching his skin break out in goosebumps when my nails lightly scratch the back of his neck. I lean forward, my lips barely grazing his ear. “Or do you want to finally touch?”

His breath hitches as I drag my teeth along his skin lightly while I pull back, walking back in front of him again, waiting for his answer.

Our eyes lock and I tilt my head to the side slightly, reminding him that I’m waiting for his answer. I watch his hands tighten into fists as they rest on top of his thighs.

“I want to touch,” he finally says.

My mouth pulls into a smile. “Good choice.” I tease the hem of my shirt before lifting it over my head and revealing myself to him since I’m not wearing a bra. My nipples are pebbled under the cool air, and sensitive from the piercings. I watch him bite back a groan as I approach again. He reaches out to touch me, but I take his hands in my own and push them down to his thighs, holding them hostage. “But not until I say you can.”

He smirks, “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

I shrug, sliding my hands off his to see if they will stay there as I stand up straight. “I’ll make sure you get a reward as long as you’re a good boy.”

I make my way behind his chair again, reaching around to remove his jacket, then unbuttoning his shirt before sliding it off his arms. I toss both pieces of clothing onto the floor and run my hand along his shoulders down the front of his chest, feeling his hard muscles flex underneath my touch. I continue moving my hands lower, my bare chest pressing against his back until our heated skin touches.

My lips trail along his neck as my hands continue roaming the large expanse of his chest, feeling every tense defined muscle there is. I’m pretty impressed he hasn’t tried to touch me yet and maybe he really will be a good boy for me.

Coming around the front of him again I see how tense he is, his hands balled into fists and the large bulge in his pants looks like it’s about to break free of the fabric. I swipe my tongue alongmy bottom lip as I take him in. He’s so fucking hot and at this moment it seems like he’s also completely under my control.

“That looks painful, let me help you out,” I tell him, dropping to my knees to start working his pants down. He lifts his hips slightly to help me as I remove both his pants and boxers revealing his large erection. I remember the times I’ve seen him work this very dick in his own hand through a computer screen. And the other day right in front of me. I’m almost ashamed how many times it’s the exact same cock I’ve pictured riding too many times when I’m touching myself.

Taking him into my hand he grunts as soon as my hand wraps around him. I look up through my lashes, pumping my hand once, “Is this okay?”

He nods. He’s doing that a lot tonight, like he isn’t able to say the words out loud. I’m going to change that.

“I want you totell mewhen things are okay. With your voice.” I pump him again.

“Yes, it’s okay,” he bites out.

I hum, keeping my eyes on his as I stick my tongue out and run it along the hard length of him from base to tip, circling around the head. “What about this?”

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