Page 1 of Sophia's Pleasure

Part I

Why am I doing this?

The answer doesn't seem to matter as my body begins to respond the way I knew it would. I'm a quivering mass of anticipation. Cooper has the power to make or break me in the palms of his large, calloused hands and he knows it. The knowledge is etched on his handsome face too. But the moment he invited me into his home, he turned his body over to me. Only I can please him. Whether he comes or not is up to me. He’s my blank canvas and I’m the artistic genius. Six months ago I would never have let this happen. I had it in my head to keep things professional between Cooper and me. Not anymore.

With Michael, I would have been ashamed to feel a trickle of moisture pooling between my thighs at the erotic images zipping through my head. He had always taken the reins and I had always let him. It was a good, strong relationship. But Cooper is different. Cooper isn’t Michael. And I don’t want to be the same Sophia with him. I want to be alluring and confident. I want him to see the part of me that I’ve been hiding from the world.

“Sophia, are you having second thoughts?”

I shake my head no. I’m totally sure this is what I want. To prove it, I step forward and unzip my coat. Cooper’s gaze zeroes in on the skintight outfit I slowly expose. As the coat falls open, revealing the outrageous leather pantsuit, my face heats. I hear a low curse from Cooper. It isn’t until I shrug my shoulders and the coat falls to the floor, exposing me completely, that I feel the full brunt of his desire. All his concentration is on me now. His gaze eats me up like candy. His hands are fisted at his sides as if he’s trying to keep from reaching for me. God, how I want him touching me. Stroking my pussy and making me beg. It would feel so good because it’s Cooper. The only man I trust. The only man I want. I’ve wanted him for months.

After the grief from losing Michael, I hid away from the world. Only Cooper had the guts to push into my gloomy personal bubble and pull me back to the living. He alone made me want to smile again. It was somewhere between him cooking for me to keep me from starving to death and him dragging me to the park to go jogging with him every Saturday morning that I realized the truth. I was falling in love with him. I didn’t want to, not at first. I knew how much love hurt when it was torn away from you. After the car accident that had taken my sweet Michael from me, effectively shattering my perfect world, I told myself I’d never let a man get that close again. I’d never share my bed, my body, and certainly not my heart. Not ever.

But I hadn’t expected Cooper. Hadn’t anticipated his persistence. Hadn’t foreseen the flash of heat that zipped through my body every single time he came near. And even though I know it’s dumb to let this happen, for this one moment in time I know the universe is on hold for us. He isn’t my assistant tonight and I’m not his employer. We’re just a pair of lovers about to experience something exquisite.

No words are uttered as he closes the distance separating us. His palms cup my face. For a brief moment I close my eyes and savor the feel of his rough palms against my skin. I’ve ached a thousand times for it and now that it’s finally happening it’s almost overwhelming.

“I’ve wanted you for too damn long,” he says in that deep, rough voice that I’ve come to crave day in and day out. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you.” He looks me over and a slow grin appears. “Although, I had no idea you owned anything quite so…sexy.”

“I didn’t,” I confess, enjoying the feel of the butter-soft, red PVC material against my skin. “It’s new.”

His chocolate-brown eyes turn warm with emotion. “Did you buy it for me, sweetheart?”

I nod, and my heart speeds up. “I wanted this night to be special.”

He drops his hands to his sides once more. “And you want to be in charge.”

“Yes.”

He walks me backward until the backs of my knees hit the couch. I fall onto it and stare up at him. He smiles, then turns and closes the door I’ve just entered. I listen as the lock snicks into place and I know that the moment to back out has vanished. I feel it in my bones. I’m the one in charge of the pleasure ahead. Oh, God.

I'm relieved because while he took the lead, he also took with it my embarrassment. I watch as he turns and comes back to me. Standing so close I can almost feel his heart beating erratic and frantic. He's every bit as excited and it thrills me.

“Undress,” I softly order.

He starts stripping out of his clothes, wasting no time on small talk or nonsense, and before I can blink twice, he's completely nude. He's beautiful. The odd adjective springs into my mind as I stare at his erection. I want to worship his masculine beauty for an eternity. My grammatically correct brain flees in the face of my sexy afternoon treat. His strength is in every muscled plane of his body. I let my eyes travel over him and I stop, again, on his heavy cock. Thick, hard, and long and it juts out from his body with pride. My hand reaches for it. I wrap my fingers around his girth, glad when I’m unable to encompass the thick shaft, and close my eyes on a sigh. This moment has been on my mind, day and night. I had dreamed wet, erotic dreams about loving him, and I mean for it to last.

I squeeze my fist, eliciting a groan from him and he pushes his groin forward, trying to attain something just out of his reach. A thrill runs up and down my spine as I feel a shot of power run through me. The skin-tight, shiny red PVC pants and spiked heels make me feel sexy and in charge. The scooped-neck vest I chose for this special occasion has little zippers over each breast and I can feel the cold metal teeth against my hard nipples. The idea of Cooper unzipping them, exposing my tits, turns me on.

“On your knees,” I order, needing to see him obey.

When he sinks to the floor in front of me, his powerful thighs spread wide and his impressive erection bobbing up and down, I nearly come right then and there. God, it’s been so long since I’ve felt any sort of excitement. Without even touching me, Cooper is turning me inside out.

He winks just before lowering his head. “As you wish…Mistress.”

My temperature spikes. The word feels right coming from him. It feels real. “Put your arms behind your back,” I tell him. “I want your total surrender.” He quickly moves to obey and my clit begins to pulse. “You’re such a good pet,” I tell him, knowing how important praise is. Good behavior should always be rewarded. I’d learned that during my marriage with Michael. He’d been very good at rewarding me. I’d been well trained and I still miss him.

But this time around I wanted to be reborn. I wanted to watch Cooper bow for me. Beg to please me. I craved that and I knew he did too. That’s what made this moment so special. We both ached for the same thing.

Slowly, I come to my feet and walk to the coffee table where I’d placed my black bag earlier. I reached down and slid the zipper back and pulled out a wooden paddle I had tucked inside. When I came back to Cooper, I was pleased to note he hadn’t looked up. He had to be curious, but his gaze stayed obediently on the floor.

“I like you on your knees, Cooper. It turns me on.” I wait to see if he’d reply, but he stays silent. The only indication that he heard me was in the flexing of his biceps. He had drool-worthy biceps. I’d always felt he would make a lovely pet. “You show remarkable restraint, love. That pleases me. I think you deserve a treat.”

I place the paddle beneath Cooper’s chin and force his gaze to mine. Flames of desire lick over my breasts and pussy as his hot, savage gaze eats me alive. I had to swallow and take several breaths before I could speak without trembling. “Unzip my tits, pet.”

Cooper’s grin is delicious when it comes. Very slowly, he reaches up with both hands and pulls the tabs on the zippers back, revealing the round fullness of my breasts. My nipples tingle when his fingertips accidentally brush across them.

“Good boy,” I praise him. “Now, pull them out and suck.”

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