Page 32 of Tempted By Eden

Her fingers pause, gripping the satin fabric a little tighter than necessary. There’s a slight hesitation before she moves, slowly gathering the gown and parting her knees, falling perfectly into place.

“Good girl,” I praise. Her breath hitches at the compliment, her body trembling.

Slowly I slip the tip of my shoe beneath her gown, brushing it against her bare, wet pussy. The contact is light, teasing, but it’s enough that a soft moan escapes her lips. The sound goes straight to my cock, making it weep in need.

“Shh,” I murmur, watching her intently. “You don’t want us to get kicked out, do you?”

She shakes her head quickly, her breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts. I drag the tip of my shoe along her slit, up and down, slow enough to make her squirm, to make herwant more.

“Ride my foot,” I growl, my tone as sharp as the command itself.

Her eyes widen and she frantically looks around. But she doesn’t protest. She’s too far gone for that.

“No one is looking,” I reassure her.

Her hips move tentatively at first, testing, adjusting, but soon she’s grinding against my shoe, her movements becoming more desperate, more frenzied. Her need is written all over her face.

Her eyes meet mine, silently begging for permission, for release.

“Come,” I grant, my voice just above a whisper.

Her body shudders violently, a silent scream parting her lips as she comes hard. She clings to my leg for support, her forehead resting against my trousers as she trembles.

When she finally lifts her head, her face is flushed, her eyes glassy with the aftershocks of pleasure. Embarrassment flashes across her features, but I don’t let it settle.

“Beautiful,” I whisper. There’s pride in the way I say it, like she’s a work of art I’ve crafted with my own hands. “We’re far from finished.”

I glance at my shoe, which is now glistening with her arousal, and a wicked smile tugs at my lips.

“Lick it clean,” I command. “You made this mess; now fix it.”

Her eyes widen, a flush deepening across her cheeks as my demand sinks in. But this time there’s no hesitation in her movements. She lowers herself again, bending down toward my shoe, her face inching closer. Her lips part and her tongue darts out, tentatively at first, tasting her own essence on the polished leather.

A deep satisfaction coils in my gut as I watch her on her knees, meticulously cleaning up after herself. She’s fully committed, and as she arches her back, making a show of it, a quiet whimper slips from her throat. She’s performing, knowing exactly what it does to me.

I lean back, savoring the control, the power of it all. The longer she continues, the more my body throbs with need. My cock is painfully hard, straining against my pants, but I don’t move. I let her finish, aware of the effect this is having on both of us.

When she’s done, she sits back on her heels, looking up at me with wide eyes, her breath still uneven.

Reaching down, I grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up so that our eyes connect. The possessive heat in my gaze must be unmistakable because her pupils dilate, her lips parting again as if she’s forgotten how to breathe.

“Give me a taste.”

She crawls forward, leaning into me as I pull her up, our faces only inches apart. The moment our lips meet, the rest of the world vanishes. There’s nothing but hunger between us, the way her mouth moves against mine, the taste of her submission mixed with the raw ache of my own need. I deepen the kiss, taking control of it, feeling her melt against me.

But as much as I want to lose myself in her, I know we can’t. Not here, not like this. Reluctantly I pull back, ending the kiss far too soon, though the taste of her still lingers on my lips.

She’s staring at me, her eyes glazed with lust, her chest heaving.

“Mmm… Delicious.” I lick my lips, savoring the flavor of her submission.

Her eyes drop, and I follow it to my lap. The outline of my erection is painfully obvious, straining against my pants, begging for release. A small, teasing smile crosses her face.

“That must be painful,” she whispers.

“You have no idea,” I reply, my lips curving into a smirk. “But it was worth it.”

Her smile widens, and for a brief moment, there’s a spark between us that isn’t just about power or control. It’s more than just the dynamic of dominance and submission. It’s the way she looks at me, the way her eyes linger on mine, but the moment passes as quickly as it arrived.

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