Page 81 of Rich and Bossy

He wants you to crawl to him? Okay, two can play at this game.

I move onto my hands, so I’m down on all fours in my dress, and I start toward him, slowly, even though that’s the last way I want to move. Then, I pause, and spin a half circle like I’m lost, so he can see me from behind, down on all fours.

I swear, the second my back is to him, I hear a small growl come from his throat. After teasing for a few seconds, I turn back around toward him. “Sorry, got confused for a moment.”

“I said come here, Hazel.” His words come out even harder.

He’s a little harder too, when I look over at his crotch while he leans back like he owns the world, taking another slow slip of whatever he poured himself.

I work my way across the floor, his eyes never leaving me, then when I get there, I move my forearms up onto his knees.

My eyes go down between his legs, then back up to him. I arch my eyebrows and bat my lashes at him. “May I, sir?”

His eyes roll back, just slightly, then land on mine. All he does is nod.

I take my time, unzipping his pants, prying them apart far enough to get to what I want. I pull the waistband of his briefs down, just enough to release him, staring at him the entire time.

He does his best to remain composed, but I can feel the energy building up in him, his muscles tensing under my touch, and I think I can get used to having this kind of power over him,being able to control his actions the way he did mine when he went down on me multiple times.

I tease his head with my hand, then stroke up and down, watching his face, watching his eyes. I know he studies me to find out what I like, and I’m doing the same to him. Because for some reason, I want to please him, I want to make him happy. That alone makes me happy.

I lean down, sure to keep my eyes on his, and lick the tip, just a little.

A groan comes from his throat that is like music to my ears.

It’s so raw and masculine.

I don’t know how I’m going to fit all this in my mouth, but I’m determined to try. This time I suck down on the tip, swirling my tongue around it. “Do you like that, sir?”

The way he reacts, every time I call him sir… It must be a guy thing, but it’s hot. I can’t lie. The way his eyes flutter just slightly when I do it.

He doesn’t respond, other than a slight nod, and his hand finds my hair again. I expect him to force me down on him, but he doesn’t. It’s like he’s holding on in case it gets too intense, to stop me if he needs to.

I take him a little more, then a little more, getting used to his size in my mouth. I wrap my lips around him, careful not to scrape him with my teeth.

“Fuck, that’s good, Hazel.” His body relaxes the more I do it, the farther I go, until I’m sure I could get him to do anything I want. “You’re so damn good.”

I was seriously worried I’d be horrible at this, but with him, it just feels natural. It’s the least I can do for all the orgasms he’s given me. I actually like it. I like the control.

When I release him from my mouth, and stare up at him, still stroking his shaft up and down, he looks back at me.

“I don’t know how much longer I can let you do this.”

His sentence takes me by surprise. “Why?”

He reaches out and grips my cheeks in his big hand. “If you keep going, I’m afraid I’ll finish too early.”

My heart comes alive when he says it. “It wouldn’t be the end of the world. I’m sure we could still have some fun.”

He lifts me up off him, taking me by surprise. “It’s not fun, unless you’re getting off too.”

Do not fall for him.

You know what’s coming tomorrow.

This is just getting it out of your system.

“Which is what’s about to happen, right now.” He scoops me up over his shoulder, caveman style, and starts marching me toward the bedroom.

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