Page 58 of Dirty Husband
Still—"Is someone working here?"
"Do you see anyone?" He looks around the small space. It's smaller than his office. But that's not saying much. His office is enormous.
There's certainly nowhere for an attendant to hide. "No."
"Do you wish there was someone?" He slides his hand into the pocket of his slacks. "Do you want someone else to watch you come?"
My veins buzz with desire. It sounds so hot when he says it like that. Do I want someone else? "Maybe. But I do want… I want you to watch."
His pupils dilate.
His expression shifts to something primal and predatory, like he's a wolf and I'm a scared little sheep.
But I don't feel like prey. I feel like a fucking goddess. "They're expecting us at dinner."
"You'll have to be fast then."
My chest heaves with my inhale.
"Are you wearing anything under that?"
"Yes."
"Take it off."
I nod and bring my hands to my hips. The slit of my dress. It's cut high enough it's easy to slip my hand beneath it. To find the edges of my smooth black thong—Alexa insisted on something seamless.
I slide the garment to my knees.
Shepard keeps his back against the wall. "All the way—"
"Help me."
He shakes his head. "What did I say, princess?"
"You won't touch me until I'm on my knees, begging for your cock." At the time, it sounded absurd. Right now, I'm buckling. My body is screamingnow.
He nodsyes.
"At all?"
"Do you want to come on my hand, princess?"
"Yes." It's not a plea. I'm not begging. It's a statement of fact.
"My cock?"
I nod.
"My lips?"
"Yes," I say.
"Yes, sir," he corrects.
It's absurd. He wants me to call him sir. It's completely ridiculous. But it's also the hottest thing I've ever heard. The words fall off my lips with no regard to my inhibitions. "Yes, sir."
"Not yet." His eyes pass over me slowly. My eyes, lips, shoulders, chest, waist, pelvis. The panties at my ankles. "Even if you do get on your knees and beg me to fuck your pretty mouth."
