Page 157 of Assassin's Obsession

"Yes."

"Okay. Let's play." I have never given another human being this kind of power over me.

But I trust Candi like I don't trust anyone else. She can tell me what she wants me to do anytime.

She leans down so air from her mouth brushes my lips as she speaks. "Instead ofSimon Says, I'm going to sayCandi Says. Alright?"

"Yes," I breathe against her lips.

Giving me a soft kiss, she straightens. "Candi says put your hands flat on the couch."

I press my hands against the sofa cushion without hesitation.

Testing my resolve, she leans forward, so her breasts brush side to side against my chest and it is all I can do to keep my hands where she told me to.

"Beloved Death, you are so good at this game." She gyrates her hips, giving me the kind of lap dance she never gave a man at the club.

Every incredible, angelic inch of this gorgeous woman is mine. Every move of her body is for me and me alone.

Candi rubs her silk covered pussy against my erection while moving her body in time to the music making my heart beat a fast drum in my chest.

Leaning down, she whispers breathily into my ear, sending shivers of sensation through me. "Candi says take off your gloves."

That's an easy one with her. I'm only wearing them because she told me to dress exactly as I had on Saturday night.

She is the only person I automatically remove my gloves around when we are alone. If I'm in the house, I don't wear them now. Because there's always a chance I could be touching her and I don't want the barrier between us that I need with the rest of the world.

Taking advantage of her order, I reach around her back, and peel them off, dropping them to the side of me on the couch.

Then, because I cannot fucking help myself, I brush my hands up and down her back, reveling in soft skin. She shudders, as moved by the skin-on-skin contact as I am.

Then, in a move I neither expect, nor want, Candi scoots backward off of my lap.

Did I break the rules by touching her?

She shimmies backward three steps. "Candi says take off your coat."

Standing fast, I pull the black duster off, relief at one more layer being removed between us flowing over me. I want to rip the rest of my clothes off, but force myself not to.

Candi didn't say to.

"Candi says take off your boots."

"May I take my socks off at the same timepiccola gatta?" I ask.

She laughs softly. "Candi says you may."

I remove my boots and socks, stacking them neatly to the side, aware that my hands tremble.

"Candi says take off your shirt." She kicks her leg up and holds the split, giving me a scintillating view of her white silk covered pussy.

I rip my shirt off over my head and drop it on top of my boots without bothering to fold it.

Candi glides forward and leans in to brush her mouth along my collarbone. Sparks of sensation light up my nerve ending.

When she sucks up a love bite at the base of my throat, the primitive man in me is delighted to have a mark that will show I am hers. I won't be wearing buttoned collars for a couple of days so everyone else can see it too. My beautiful woman wants to claim me as hers.

She leans back, her beautiful eyes dark with desire. "Candi says you can touch my breasts through the bralette, but don't unhook it."

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