Page 92 of Take Me Under

“Close your eyes, princess. Listen to the music. Focus on my hands when I touch you. Tonight, I’ll give you more pleasure than you’ve ever imagined.”

Goosebumps prickled from head to toe as he placed his hands on my shoulders. Slipping his fingers under the straps of my lacy black bra, he slid them down my arms with a torturous slowness, before unhooking the clasp in the back. He tossed the lingerie to the floor and began to roll my nipples between his fingers. A jolt of pleasure surged through me, and I moaned under his touch.

“How does this feel?” he asked, pinching each peak harder.

“So good,” I breathed as he continued to squeeze my tight points firmly between his fingers and thumb. He plucked for a moment longer before shifting to capture one nipple in his mouth. I opened my eyes, relishing the feel of his tongue as he sucked and nipped.

Anton stepped back and loosened his silver tie with slow, practiced fingers. I watched him unbuttoned his dress shirt one clasp at a time, transfixed. My mouth went dry as he shrugged out of it, revealing the black ink that swept across his shoulder in bold, complex lines. With his shirt removed, he stood before me with only his slacks and a tie hung loosely around his neck. His skin was smooth and tanned, stretching over hard chest muscles and an abdomen cut like stone. He wasn’t just beautiful—the man before me was magnificently carved raw power.

His hands slid down my belly, making quick work of removing my panties. He coaxed them down my legs, and I stepped out of them. Now I was completely bare save for the thigh-highs, and I was left feeling vulnerable and exposed.

“Get up on the bed. Kneel so you’re sitting on your heels. Then I want you to spread your knees, keeping your thighs open. I want your pussy completely accessible to me.”

Climbing onto the mattress, I did as he instructed. Wild sexual anticipation coursed through my veins as I shifted into position. Sitting this way made me painfully aware of how exposed I was to him. Once I was situated, Anton moved around the bed, removing his necktie as he came up behind me.

“I’m going to bind your wrists now,” he told me. “Bring your hands behind your back.”

Once again, I did as he asked, and he began to loop the silver silk tie around my wrists. He bound me slowly and purposefully. I wasn’t sure if this was his attempt at easing me into things, or if it was a deliberate display of seduction. Whatever it was relaxed me. I wasn’t nervous or afraid, but more curious and anxious for what would come next.

“Are you okay?” he asked after ensuring the knot would hold steadfast.

“Yes. I’m good,” I said truthfully.

Anton came back around the bed to stand in front of me, the lacing of his abs flexing with his every move.

Leaning in so his breath was hot on my ear, he said, “I like you kneeling.”

I considered his words. I’d read enough romance novels in college to know this was the submissive position—or at least a variation of one. I wondered if that was Anton’s kink.

“Are you into the whole Dom/sub thing?” I asked, genuinely curious and also unsure if I could get into that sort of thing.

“Only when it suits my mood. I don’t live the formal lifestyle, nor have I had any desire to. But I do like my women to submit to me in the bedroom.”

“But you like the control,” I asserted.

“Now you’re learning, princess.” He slid a hand downbetween my legs, through the patch of curls to meet my slit. He growled his appreciation when he found me still wet and began circling his index finger around my pulsing little bundle of nerves.

I moaned when he dipped his finger inside, then brought it up to his mouth to taste me. His onyx eyes burned into mine as he rolled his finger around his tongue.

“I love the taste of you.”

Returning his hand to the sensitive spot between my thighs, his fingers pushed deeper and harder while his other hand reached up to pinch and pull at the rigid peak of one of my breasts. He knew all the right ways to touch me, and it didn’t take long before I was on edge. I began pumping my hips against his hand, welcoming every unholy thing he made me feel, unable to control my burning need for release.

But just like at the club, he didn’t let me come. Instead, he removed his fingers and began a torturously slow circuit over my pleasure button. I throbbed under his touch, swollen and sensitive, the perpetual rhythm driving me wild.

“Anton, please. Get me there,” I begged.

He pressed himself to the edge of the bed, pushing against my knee until I could feel his manhood straining through his pants. The motion of his fingers picked up speed, and I couldn’t take it anymore. My breath hitched, and my insides began to convulse, hitting that coveted shattering point as a kaleidoscope of colors flashed before my eyes.

It took me a few minutes for my vision to return to normal. Tremors coursed through my body, the aftereffects of one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had.

“Shift up on the bed so you’re sitting with your back against the headboard,” Anton ordered. “You have the sexiest mouth, and I want to fuck it.”

He didn’t wait for my consent, but I had no desire to protesteither. Within moments, I was sitting up with Anton positioned in front of me. He gripped the base of his cock with one hand, and the other moved to take hold of the back of my neck. He stroked his thick member, bringing it to my waiting lips.

I ran my tongue around the smooth crown, and he groaned. I took more of him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his head, and flattening my tongue against the tip. He was thick and soft as his ridges slid back and forth over my lips.

“Oh, yeah. Suck on it, princess,” he said hoarsely. He entwined both of his hands in my hair, wrapping the strands in his fists as he thrust himself deeper into my mouth. I opened my throat, accepting his assault, sucking and twisting my tongue around his thick shaft while he pumped.

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