Page 68 of Ink & Desire

“I’ve got a better idea,” I say. “Why don’t you show me?”

She doesn’t hesitate for a second before reaching down to the hem of her dress and pulling it up to expose her thong-covered ass. My hands itch to touch her, but I hold myself back.

“Take them off.” My voice is soft, but there’s no mistaking the command in my words.

I smile when she hooks her thumbs under the waistband without hesitation, sliding her panties down over her hips.

“That’s my good girl,” I whisper.

She steps out of the scrap of silky fabric and places it into my waiting hand. Then she turns and puts her hands back on the wall before I can remind her. I smile at her automatic obedience. This woman is a constant surprise. Reaching down, I flip the skirt of her dress back up onto her back, exposing her to my gaze.

“That’s better. I want to see this pretty ass.”

I slide my open palm down over the rounded globe of her ass, loving the way my tattooed hand looks against her smooth, unmarked skin.

“God damn, angel,” I whisper. “Seeing you like this? Your ass on display? Makes me want to do all kinds of dirty things right now.”

I feel her tense slightly under my touch and I know I’m making her nervous.

“I know,” I murmur. “Not tonight. You’re not ready for that yet.”

She relaxes slightly at my words. “I’m sorry,” she says quickly. “I just—”

“Shh,” I interrupt. “Never apologize for what you feel. There’s no rush.”

She nods. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Without warning, I lift my hand and bring it down with a swift smack onto her ass. It’s not hard enough to truly hurt her. It’s just enough to sting and echo in the quiet room. More of a reminder than a punishment. Avery gasps and her body jerks slightly.

“Stop apologizing,” I say, my words a clear command. “Understand?”

She hesitates for the tiniest moment before nodding.

“I can’t hear you,” I say.

“Yes, sir.”

I lightly rub my hand over the faint pink smudge on her ass where my hand landed, taking away any lingering sting.

“Good girl,” I murmur. “Now don’t move. I want to look at you.”

I reluctantly remove my hand from her ass and take a step back so I can take in the sight of her before me. Seeing her like this, back slightly arched, hands on the wall, so compliant as she waits for me to tell her what comes next; it sends a dark thrill through me. Icould take her right now, and she’d let me. The idea has merit, but the more I consider the options, the more I realize what I want right now is to taste her. Things were so rushed between us last time that I didn’t get the chance. But tonight, we have all the time in the world.

I can see her pussy glistening with the evidence of her arousal and all I want is to bury my face in it. I want to lick and suck her until she’s screaming out her orgasm. I want her to beg me for my cock before I fill her tight pussy. But first, I want to play a little.

“Touch yourself,” I say. “Show me how wet you are for me.”

Avery moves her feet, widening her stance a bit before reaching down between her legs. I keep my position behind her, watching her fingers as they slide over her slick cunt. She sucks in a little breath when her fingers brush against her clit. My cock is painfully hard as I watch her touch herself, but it’s nothing I haven’t grown used to over the past week. It’s so difficult to stand here watching and not touch her. But I know the anticipation is going to make it that much better when I finally do have her. I can be patient.

Avery’s fingers glide back and forth through her slick heat, teasing her opening before moving back up to circle her clit. My own fingers itch to replace hers, to plunge inside her and rub against her g-spot until she’s rocking backward on my hand and screaming with her release. But it’s not time for that yet. I’ll let her keep going for a little while longer.

“Slide your fingers inside,” I say. “Fuck yourself the way you want me to.”

She sucks in a breath in surprise, but she doesn’t hesitate this time. I watch as she pushes two fingers into her wet pussy. Her back arches even more, giving me a better view of her fucking herself the way I commanded. She works them in and out, her breaths coming faster with each movement of her hand between her legs. My eyes roam over her as I commit every detail to memory. The curve of her spine, the way her dress is flipped up onto her back as she bends over, the slight quiver in her arm as she braces herself against the wall; it all combines to paint an erotic image I know I’ll never forget. I adjust my cock against the suddenly constricting confines of my pants.

Avery’s breaths are coming faster now, even as she continues to work her fingers in and out. I can tell just how wet she is from the sounds her fingers make as they pump in and out of her pussy. The knowledge that she’s so wet and needy has my cock impossibly hard. Time to change things up.

“Play with your clit,” I order.

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