Page 51 of Dining for Love

I stop wiggling, but there’s no stopping the whimper that escapes. “I need…”

He straddles me, the warmth of his thighs around my hips somehow insanely erotic as he moves my hair off my face. “You obey me so well, Willa.” He gathers my hair into his hand and pulls just a little, sending a thrill of excitement through me.

“Do you like that?” he murmurs against my ear.

I nod, afraid of what I’ll say if I speak.

“You want it harder?”

I wanteverything.“Yes.”

He tightens his grip, exposing the side of my throat to his mouth for him to suck and bite. I start to wiggle again, but heyanks on my hair. “No moving,” he admonishes. “You’re about to get your reward, remember?”

Vaguely, I recall something about that, but all I know is I want to do whatever he tells me to.

He gives my hair one final tug before letting it go and sliding back down my body. His lips trace a path down my back to one of my butt cheeks, then he bites it. “This ass, my God. It has featured prominently in my fantasies.”

I suck in a breath.

He chuckles, then bites it again. “Yes, Willa. I’ve absolutely gotten myself off to thoughts of you. Do you like knowing that?”

“Yes,” I breathe, fighting so hard to keep still. “Please,” I whisper.

He growls. “Please, what?”

“Please let me move.” I’m desperate for relief. “I need —”

He sits up. “Raise your hips, pretty girl. Let me see you.”

“W-what?” I stammer, unsure.

He repeats himself. “Raise your hips, Willa, and show me your pretty pussy. I’d like to eat it.”

Oh. My. God.

He smacks my ass. “Now.”

Immediately, I raise my hips, my brain exploding from his words.

“On your knees. Chest on the mattress.”

I adjust myself as directed.

“There we go,” he praises. “Look at you. Glistening. Waiting for me.”

I whimper. “Can I move?”

He pops my ass again. “No.”

“Fuck.” My heart is racing, and the word is breathy when it comes out. I grip the comforter, needing something solid to remind me that this is real. That this intense feeling of euphoria and naughtiness and eroticism is all happening, and it’sreal. AndI want more. So much more. Something inside me unfurls and turns toward the light that is Reid.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?” he asks softly. “Being controlled like this.”

I nod, trying to breathe normally.

He trails a finger up the back of my calf and thigh, then over my butt and down the other thigh and calf. He continues the pattern, getting closer and closer to where I need him, but never close enough. “Reid, please,” I beg.

He brings his mouth to my ass, kissing and biting it. “You ready for me to put my mouth on your gorgeous pussy, Willa?”

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