Page 109 of Commander in Briefs

She flashes me a devilish smile. “It’s Monday.”

Fuck.

“Get on your knees, Von Bremen.”

I so don’t want it to be Monday. Dammit! I check her face once again to validate that she’s serious. We haven’t done a Monday or Thursday in the past few weeks. Why must she pull this card out now?

Her eyes command obedience, so I suck it up and lower slowly to my knees. She grins excitedly, whatever her drunken brain has come up with, she likes. And by the way she walks in a slow circle around me, stalking, I am going to hate loving it.

She plays with my hair as she makes a pass and keeps going. Her hands slip inside my jacket, sliding it off, and carefully hanging it over the hook on the door.

“Do you like to watch me pleasure myself, Theo?”

Fuck, yeah, I like to watch. What man doesn’t? Slowly, I nod. I’m not sure what she has in mind so I’m cautious about responding quickly.

She doesn’t elaborate further. Unknotting my tie, she drapes it over the back of her neck and begins to work open my shirt. Button by button, my chest is exposed to her warm fingers. Her touch, as she drags her nails down, creates chills that run across my torso and down my thighs. It’s the best kind of torture.

“Theo, what day is today?” she purrs.

I fidget with the hem of my shirt that she’s inching open with every button. “Monday,” I almost growl. Dammit, this girl. She loves to rub this control shit in my face. Okay, I do it, too. It’s just our thing.

“Just, Monday?”

“McCallister’s Monday.” I run a hand through my hair, a strangled moan escaping with my answer.

“And who holds the control on McCallister’s Monday?”

My jaw clenches. I bet it’s visible that my restraint is holding on by a thread. “You do,” I finally grind out.

“That’s right, Theo. Now, the game is simple today. No touching. No talking. And…” She smiles big. “You must beg me to come.”

She knew I wouldn’t stomach that one well. When I don’t immediately answer, she asks, “Are you clear, Theo?”

I nearly spit, “Yes.”

My mood fucking tanks. Here I am, looking for a quick fuck to liven up the hellish night and she goes all Commander on me.

Her smile is seductive. “Hands.”

I take a deep breath and place my hands on my knees. She makes quick work of knotting them together with my tie. With a tug, she pulls me to my feet, leading me over to a chair, where she pushes me back onto my knees next to the chair and tethers me to the leg with the excess material of my tie. She kisses me harshly, grabbing my jaw, shoving her tongue into the deep recesses of my mouth. It’s animalistic. It’s fucking erotic.

Licking her lips, she backs away from me and rounds the desk, dragging her hand over the surface. It’s clean, probably hasn’t been used in a while. That makes this little game pretty convenient. And right now, as Anniston hoist herself onto the edge, it’s going to provide me with the best view. Anniston begins unzipping her dress, a coy smile tugging at her lips, taunting me as she reveals inch after perfect inch of the smooth skin of her perfect, supple breasts.

I pull at the tie binding me to the chair. I’m on the floor, my knees aching, my dick straining at my zipper. It’s downright painful.

“Come on, Ans.” I’m impatient as she tosses her dress on the desk.

She “tsks” me for speaking and removes her panties, tossing them at my knees. “Eyes open, Theo.”

Trust me, I’m not closing my eyes, not for a second. I want a full view for this show. Spreading her legs as wide as she can go, she opens herself for my viewing pleasure. Her pupils dilate and I amveryinvested in this show.

She grins and begins to suck on her two middle fingers, slowly letting them drift from her mouth, to in between her breasts, down her taut stomach, and finally to her dripping slit and through its folds, reversing and rubbing her wetness up to her clit. Her fingers stay on her nub, rubbing, stroking it until it’s swollen with desire. Abruptly, she removes her fingers, inserting them into her soaked entrance without hesitation. Believe me when I say she doesn’t need any lubricant. I can see the sheen from here.

Her head falls back, enjoying the feeling of pleasuring herself in front of me. She knows it drives me wild, knowing I can’t help. That I can’t plunge my own fingers through those tight folds.

My cock springs toward her, against my zipper. I’m not sure how much more the seams can take. Anniston lifts her head, gazing at me with hooded eyes. She’s into this. I’m shifting my weight from knee to knee, uncomfortable tied to the leg of this damn chair.

Her moans permeant the air as she fingerfucks herself to an orgasm. I can’t do this.

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