Page 10 of Marking Micah

He leaned his hands on the table, his face only a foot from hers. “Micah. Don’t force me to make you start calling me Sir before we’re even in scene.”

“You would do that?”

He arched one dark brow. “Do you really want to test me?”

The shivers of desire running through her system were telling her that maybe she did. But could she really do something that was supposed to be therapeutic if she had to call him something that made her panties wet?

“I guess not.”

“Good girl.” More shivers. Damn it. “Now, breakfast first, or shower, then eat?”

“I get a choice?”

“In this case, you do. Don’t get used to it.”

“Okay, shower first,” she answered. Then, as she turned to walk back into her bedroom with her coffee mug, she muttered, “Boss.”

She jumped when he landed a small smack on her butt.

“Hey!”

“Just a reminder that my hearing is excellent,” he told her while the spank sent sparks of need straight to her pussy. “And that I carry through with my threats. Sir it is. Understood?”

“I…” She was so turned on she found it hard to speak, but she got the message, loud and clear and hot as fuck. “Yes, Sir.”

He smiled. “Good girl. Go shower. Your time is running out, so make it quick.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll hurry.”

Boy, this was no joke.Hewas no joke, she thought as she stripped her pajamas off in the bathroom, then hastily gathered her hair up into a bun and got into the shower.

She lathered herself quickly, and as she was rinsing off with the hand sprayer, she gave it a contemplative look. She was so hot and needy; it shouldn’t take more than a few minutes at the most.

Leaning back against the white tiles, she spread her thighs and aimed the warm spray at her mound, taking a moment to tease herself. But her clit swelled as images of her in nothing but a thong under his hands swirled through her mind, like some misty movie. She was far too needy to make herself wait even one more moment.

“Arrow,” she said quietly, moving the sprayer to hit directly on her clit—and had to bite her lip to keep from crying out at the hard jolt of pleasure. “Sir…”

With her free hand, she gently pinched her nipple. But thinking of how Arrow would do it, how he would touch her, she knew gentle wouldn’t be part of the game. She squeezed the swollen bud of hard flesh between her thumb and forefinger, causing her body to light up with desire, her pussy pulsing.

She squeezed harder, twisting her nipple as the hot spray of water massaged her clit. Pleasure built so fast she was dizzy with it. She closed her eyes and saw his face, his big hands reaching for her, touching her, imagining it was his fingers teasing her clit, then sliding inside her.

“Oh god,” she murmured.

She had to grind her jaw tight as her climax ripped through her, so hot and powerful she could barely stay on her feet.

It was several long moments before she stopped shaking. And when she finally did, she realized it was going to be averylong day.

Arrow steppedinto the shower intending to have a quick rinse, but the way she’d called him “Sir” still reverberated through his mind, his body, making his dick so damn hard he could barely think straight. He’d need to do something about it before they headed to the stables.

With his shoulders against the cool tiles of the shower wall, he leaned his head back and pictured her as he took his cock in his hand and began to stroke: her sweet face, the slope of her bare shoulder, the way she moved. Fuck. The way the woman moved was pure god damn sex.

He pictured her green eyes going glossy as she sank into submission. Imagined her kneeling at his feet, begging him to touch her.

Yes…

His cock pulsed, his orgasm right there at the edge already as he stroked harder, faster.

He imagined putting his hands on her naked flesh, running them over her breasts covered by nothing but a lacy bra, her nipples going hard under his searching fingers.

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