Page 85 of Take the Sub and Run

“Have you used it?”

“Twice. I really like pushing it in and taking it out, but it was kind of boring just having it in.”

Andrei took several deep breaths, leaning forward so he could rest his forehead on hers as he did. “You’re killing me, Angel.”

“Killing in a good way?”

“The best way. And now, I know that you like having your ass fucked, not just filled.”

“Oh. Yes, that sounds right. Fucked not just filled.”

Andrei groaned low in his throat, slipping the last button free.

“Take it off for me,” he murmured.

Sofie shrugged free of the shirt, her nipples hard inside the lacy bralette.

“Now the pants.” His words were straddling the line between question and command.

“When you’re ready,” he added, almost as an afterthought.

“Please. You don’t have to… I want this. I will tell you if I don’t.”

He watched her, a question in his dark gaze.

“Don’t ask me,” she blurted out, cheeks hot. “Tell me. Command me. I like that. It feels…right.”

“You're so beautifully submissive. The things I would do to you in a full, working club…”

Andrei carefully gripped one wrist, pressing her hand against her own hip and guiding it down until her fingers caught the waistband of her underwear. A silent command to remove them.

She slipped them down her thighs, then wiggled her legs until they hit the floor.

“Now the bra.”

Finally, she was naked before him, like she’d been that first night.

But there was a difference, because though she’d asked him to be dominant and commanding, he wasn’t a Dom in this moment.

Sofie reached out, pressing her hands to his stomach.

He watched her as she watched her hands slowly draw his shirt up, exposing centimeter by centimeter of smooth skin. When she had the fabric up around his ribs, Andrei took over, reaching behind his neck to pull the shirt off with one smooth motion.

Sofie started to kneel as he had so she could undo his pants and pull them off, but Andrei cupped her elbows, keeping her on her feet.

“No, Angel. You don’t kneel tonight.”

He shucked his pants but kept on his boxers, which clung to his ass and thighs in a way she found wonderfully sexy.

They also showed off the very large bulge of his cock.

She felt him in her mouth, in her throat, but now imagining that cock in other places had a twinge of nervousness dancing up her spine.

“I've never done this before,” she rushed out, feeling compelled to remind him.

“Now you tell me?”

Sofie giggled, then slapped a hand over her mouth. That wasn't a sexy sound. Quickly, she looked at his cock. It looked like it was the same size as a second ago. She relaxed, seeing that her comment hadn’t killed his arousal.

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