Page 32 of The Delta's Rogue
Sarina drops her chin as I kneel in front of her to unbind her ankles and wrists. I take her hands in mine, one at a time, and caress the skin where the cuffs wrapped around her arms, lifting them to my lips to kiss and soothe. “How are you feeling, Baby Girl?” I ask as my phone buzzes in my free hand.
“Mmm,” is all she says in response.
I chuckle. “What do you need?” I stand and bring her with me, holding her body to mine with my arm around her waist.
Her fingers clutch at my black shirt, and she tugs herself tighter to me, gazing up at me with hazy eyes. I run the backs of my fingers down her cheek, and she shivers, leaning more of her weight on me.
I lower my mouth to her ear. “Do you need to come?”
She nods. “Yes, Sir,” she adds, voice almost inaudible, before I can scold her for not using her words.
“You were so good for me while I spoke to Forrest,” I praise, my nose nuzzling into her neck. “Holding back your orgasm and putting on a provocative little show for him and anyone else watching.” I kiss her choker, and she makes a soft noise in the back of her throat. “So fucking sexy. So fucking perfect.”
After one more kiss to her neck, I spin her around and guide her to the booth we sat in last week. She takes deep, slow breaths as she walks before scooting onto the curved bench seat. Her fingers grip the edge of the cushion as I enter the alcove, set my phone on the table, and close the sheer drapes with a flick of my wrist to hide us from the other patrons’ direct view.
As soon as the curtains are shut, I am on her. I lift her into my arms and press her against my body—hands cupping her ass, face buried in her neck, and mouth kissing, sucking, and nipping at her throat.
“Sebby…” she moans, clinging to me and arching against me.
“Yes, Little Rogue?” I lift her onto the table and wrap her legs around my waist, kissing across the front of her neck.
Her head rolls back and to her left as I switch my attention to the right side of her neck. “Please, Sebby,” she begs, rocking her hips and rubbing herself against my dick.
The feel of her against me combined with the way she says my name, the way she says “Sebby”, has me weak in the knees. The power she holds over me… I don’t think she’s aware of how much she affects me.
She’s wrapped me around her finger, much like I’ve wrapped a collar around her neck.
“Please touch me,” she begs again. “Please let me come.”
My phone buzzes incessantly on the table as it sends more pulses to the vibrator in Sarina’s pussy, but I couldn’t care less about the device. All I care about is the gorgeous female in my arms and bringing her to a swelling, soaring orgasm.
“You’ll get to come”—I lift the hem of her dress to her waist—“but I won’t be touching you. Not where you want me to, at least. You’re still being punished for taking too long in the boutique.”
My fingers trail up her sides as I peel the sheer dress off her body. Her arms float up without prompting, and I toss the dress aside, leaving her in only her hot-as-hell lingerie and heels.
I wrap my arms around her and press my palms into her back, guiding her spine into a curve. Her palms flatten on the table she’s perched on, thrusting her breasts forward and stretching the skimpy fabric covering her nipples. My dick twitches at the erotic display.
It’s difficult to not caress the swell of her breasts, to not push that fabric aside and finally give myself a glimpse of her naked nipples. My mouth waters at the thought of taking one in my mouth, of swirling my tongue around it while she moans and scratches my back with her nails.
My hands itch to touch her—every inch of her. But I’m punishing her.
I drop onto the bench, leaning against it with my arms thrown along the back, my legs spread. A wave of my rarely used aura pulses from me, and Sarina shudders as it washes over her. I can’t command her—I’m not a true alpha, and even if I was, she’s not a member of my pack. But theideathat I could… That’s what thrills me.
“Play with yourself,” I order, my voice quiet but commanding. “Play with yourself until you come. Give me a show, Baby Girl.”
She takes a deep breath and lifts her gaze to mine, holding eye contact with me as her hands leave the table and move to the front of her body. They first slide up to her breasts. She cups and squeezes them, flicking her thumbs over her nipples. Then one slides under the tiny triangle of fabric while the other glides down her abdomen and pushes the underwear aside, showing off the U-shaped vibrator stimulating her from both inside and out.
My eyes dart between her upper and lower body, unsure where to linger. I can’t decide which sight I long to drink in more. Completely hypnotized by the seductive female in front of me, I grip the back of the booth’s seat until my hands go numb.
Her nipple stays hidden from my view, but her pussy comes out to tease me with its glistening wetness and intoxicating scent. She shifts her weight subtly as her fingers grasp the vibrator and drag it out of her pussy. I bite back a groan as I watch it stretch her entrance on its way out of her body. Her lips part as she slides it up to her clit, drawing slow circles. Her fingers on her breast mimic the slow circling of her clit, and once again I don’t know where I want to look more.
I settle for both, flicking my eyes back and forth between her breasts and pussy every few seconds. Luck is on my side, though, because she lifts the vibrator to her right nipple as she pinches her left with her fingers.
She moans and then sighs, her thighs opening wider, hips pulsing in time with the vibrations even though the toy is nowhere near her pussy.
I lean forward, encircling her ankles with my hands and keeping her spread, on display for my eyes to enjoy. She continues playing with her nipples, but I bring my attention to her lower half, where her underwear is still pushed aside, exposing her bare pussy to me—her fucking beautiful, mouthwatering pussy.
I hover above it, taking in her scent, before I blow out a slow breath over her lower lips.
