Page 19 of Risky Bet

“Strip, Ace,” he said as he stepped away from her. “I’ll sit on the bed and watch.”

She grinned and backed away from him while he settled onto the plush mattress.

He hummed as she dragged her shirt up and over her head. It swished to the floor as she reached for the button on her jeans.

He stopped her. “Bra first. I have a thing for topless women in jeans,” he admitted.

She lifted one eyebrow and gave a shrug but brought her hands to the clasp on her bra and slid the straps down her shoulders. Her nipples puckered as the pink lacy bra plopped to the floor.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured as he crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

She walked to him in her bare feet and jeans, stopping directly in front of him. He lifted his hands to the button at her waist and worked it loose.

“For the next four weeks,” he began as he tugged the pants past her hips. “You don’t wear anything unless I tell you to get dressed.”

She frowned as he worked her jeans down her legs.

“Step out,” he encouraged as his hands fluttered back up her thighs to the waistband of her panties.

“If you’re uncomfortable being naked all the time, I’ll provide you with a robe to wear, but it comes off when I walk into a room that you’re in.”

She nodded. “That’s acceptable.”

His hand drifted from her waist to the curve of her ass where he cupped and squeezed.

“The correct response is, 'Yes, Sir'.” He landed a sharp smack as he spoke, causing her to yelp.

“Yes, Sir,” she said as she reached back to rub her stinging cheek. He gripped her wrist and placed it back at her side.

“I spank you because I want it to sting, Ace. If I want you to rub, I’ll tell you.”

She nodded and his fingers returned to the waist of her panties. He peeled them down her thighs and watched as they pooled at her ankles. She stepped out without his instruction and he nodded his approval.

“Much better,” he murmured. “Now let’s go to bed. I want to explore my new acquisition.”

He guided her onto the bed before he kicked off his socks and shoes and stood to unbutton his shirt. She lay naked, watching him as he shed his slacks and boxers. He’d dug a condom out of his pants pocket and laid it on the bed next to her.

Rylee sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed where she reached for his cock. He caught her wrist and shook his head.

“I said I was going to explore you. Not the other way around.”

She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout, but she laid down again. He crawled onto the bed next to her and let his hand drift from her hip up to the underside of her breast.

“Your skin is like silk,” he murmured as he cupped her in his palm and let his thumb graze a nipple.

Her response was a shuddering deep breath as she jerked against his prodding thumb. He leaned over her and sucked her other nipple into his mouth.

She gasped and let out a low moan.

His fingers danced down her abdomen and came to rest above her pubic bone before he moved his hand to hover between her thighs. He felt her tense as his fingers fluttered millimeters from her sensitive skin.

“Relax,” he breathed when he pulled away from her nipple.

When he saw her shoulders sink deeper into the mattress, he pressed his palm to her bare pussy. She was dewy with arousal and his finger slid easily through her folds and up to her clit.

Her thighs spread wider, as if inviting him in, and he would happily oblige.

He grabbed the condom and rolled it on before kneeling between her thighs.

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