Page 74 of Twisted Little Thing

"I am actually glad you didn't," he adds. "It gives me an opportunity to show you both in one day – sweetness and rigor."

Once again, I am robbed of my ability to speak and just look up at him in anticipation.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

I nod. "Yes, Sir."

"Take off your shoes," is his first order. "And your panties."

My pulse accelerates. How have I ever enjoyed any man without this thrill of anticipation that even the tiniest order from him gives me?

I do as I am bid and step out of my shoes. Taking off my thong while I am still fully clothed is strangely arousing.

"Good girl," he assesses when I am done. "Now get on your knees. And follow me. On all fours."

A little frown skirts across my face with that order. He notices and raises his eyebrow as a warning.

"Yes, Sir," I hurry to reply and get down on my knees in front of him.

"That better be the last hesitation I see from you today," he warns. "You're only making it worse for yourself. Now come."

"Yes, Sir," I reply, crawling behind him as he starts walking to the left.

"Keep your head low and your pretty ass up," he adds.

"Yes, Sir," I murmur, unsure what to make of the way I am feeling.

Body and mind are in the middle of their favorite fight. While my heart is racing with excitement and I can clearly feel my arousal building up between my legs, I cannot shake the thought of how humiliating this is. I would never want to be seen like this.

By anyone but him, that is.

We are slowly moving along a hallway. The floor beneath me changes and is now dark wood instead of lighter marble as it was in the lobby and the living room. It builds an odd contrast, and I would love to lift my head to see how everything else around me corresponds to the different texture beneath me.

We enter a room to the left and Evan pauses, waiting for me to arrive behind him. I can feel his eyes on me and try my best to follow his wish, hollowing my back to lift my ass – and keeping my head low, even though it is extremely hard at this point.

"Good girl," he praises. "You will not get up on your feet while we are in here, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Sit on your knees and look up at me."

I comply and manage to get a quick glance at the room we are in before our eyes lock onto each other. It's his bedroom. Or one of them. Judging by the size of this apartment, I wouldn't be surprised if he had several.

He looks down at me for a moment, as if he was contemplating what to do next.

"Oh fuck it," he finally whispers. "I was going to make you wait for it a little longer, but you are too much."

I blush and smile when he starts fiddling at his pants to open them.

He is hard. His impressive erection springs free as soon as he removes his pants and almost hits my forehead, which causes me to giggle.

"Shut up," he hisses, and grabs me forcefully at the back of my head.

He pushes me forward, forcing himself into my mouth without any warning. I gag as his tip pushes against the back of my throat, but he does not give me mercy. With brute and demanding thrusts, he shoves his entire erection in and out of me, literally fucking my face and growing harder between my lips as he does.

I instinctively lift my hands for defense in an attempt to push him away.

"No!" he snaps as he sees it. "Keep your hands down. Don't you dare push me away!"

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