Page 150 of They Are Mine
She watches my reaction, tilts her head slightly, lips parting like she’s considering something. Then she takes a slow step forward, standing so close I can almost feel the heat of her body against my fully clothed one.
“Do you want me to leave the heels on, sir?” she asks.
I drag a hand down my jaw. I want to ruin her.
“Yes.” My voice is deeper than I intend, roughened by the sight of her, by the breathless way she’s watching me like I’m the answer to every question she’s ever had.
She smiles, satisfied, like she already knew the answer.
Little brat.
But then, her hands go to my belt.
She doesn’t undo it immediately. No, she toys with the buckle, lets her fingertips graze the fabric of my slacks, letting me feel her obedience before she’s even fully given it.
Clever.
She kneels, taking her time, palms dragging down my thighs as she settles on her knees before me. Where she belongs.
She looks up.
And fuck me, that look.
“Can I touch you, sir?” she asks.
I exhale, long and slow, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. “Yes, baby doll. Touch me.”
Her hands work my belt open, the metal buckle clinking as she undoes it with slow, measured movements.
I don’t help her.
She doesn’t want me to.
This isn’t hesitation, it’s calculation. She’s teasing me, taking her time, making me wait.
I exhale sharply through my nose as she slides my zipper down, her fingertips just barely grazing my cock through my slacks.
She watches me. Not my body, my face.
Like she wants to see exactly when I break.
Little fucking menace.
I could stop this now. Reassert control. Make her beg for it.
But why would I?
She tugs at my waistband, slides my pants down, her hands dragging over my thighs as she does it. She sighs, soft and content, like this is exactly where she wants to be.
Like she’s settling in.
She brushes her lips against my hip first. Not quite a kiss. Just warm breath and the softest touch of skin.
And fuck, she’s watching me.
Waiting. Measuring. Seeing how much I’ll let her get away with.
Her mouth moves lower, parting just slightly as she drags her tongue over my skin.
