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I nod. “Yes. But you’ll be nice to me, right?”
He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I’ll always be nice to you.”
I nod. “Can you, uh… like, do my makeup and stuff first? Dress me, maybe?”
Nic lets out a shaky breath, his eyes darkening. “Jesus, Eli.” His hand comes up to wrap around my throat, fingers tightening. “You want me to dress you up? Put your makeup on and pose you? My pretty little doll, all dolled up just for me?”
My breath catches. That sounds like actual fucking heaven. “Yes. Yes, please.”
“Fuck,” Nic breathes. “You want me to sit you on the edge of the bed, face all prettied up, and play with you however I want?”
A shiver runs down my spine. “Uh-huh. Please?”
Chapter 39
Nic
Fuck.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. I haven’t even touched him. He hasn’t touched me.
It’s not even about that. It’s about the sweet submission in his eyes. The quiet trust blazing in the green. The way his entire body relaxed when I started talking to him. Fuck, he justmeltsfor me, and it’s such a turn-on.
I tighten my grip on his throat, smiling to myself when his breath catches. “Look at me.” He does, his eyes locking on mine. I drop my hand. “Eli, are you sure this is what you want?”
He nods, but I need more than that. I need vocal confirmation. “No. I need words.”
“Yes. I’m sure.”
Holy shit.“What do you say if you want to stop?”
“No orapple pie.”
“Good boy.”
His lips part as he exhales. He wants to be good for me so badly. He always is. It makes me want to worship him. It makes me want to fucking ruin him. Tonight, I think I’ll do both.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like a wet dream come to life, but I want to see how far I can push him. Want to see just how far he wants to take this. How good he wants to be for me.
I stand in front of him. He’s wearing a pair of sweats right now, but I watched him get dressed, so I know he’s wearing a blue thong under them. I know it cups his dick like it was made for him. I know the string sits perfectly between the round globes of his ass. And I know he looks fucking sinful. So I help him to his feet and strip his sweats off, then pull his shirt over his head.
His chest rises and falls quickly. Sitting him back down, I place my hands on the insides of his thighs and push his legs apart. He’s already hard. Already ruining the material of his panties with his pre-cum. He doesn’t fight me, and when I get him positioned, knees spread wide, palms resting on his thighs, he doesn’t move. “Let me get you something to wear, and your makeup bag.”
It would truly be a shame to cover up his body, so I pull out a pair of sheer stockings with little bows at the top. I haven’t been lucky enough to see them on him yet, but I know they’ll look fucking amazing. I’m actually not even sure if he’s worn them, but that’s going to change tonight.
After grabbing them, and his makeup bag from the bathroom, I come back into the bedroom. He’s sitting right where I left him, hands still on his thighs, legs still spread.
“Good boy.”
I step between his legs, placing the makeup bag on the bed. I’m a little surprised when he doesn’t look up at me, but when I realize why, my cock jerks. Fuck, he’s not moving becauseIdidn’t move him.
I tilt his chin back, staring into his slightly dazed eyes. He’s already going hazy, and I love that I can take him there.
I touch his bottom lip, smiling when he lets out a stuttering little breath. I’ve gotta get these stockings on him. I need to see how fucking hot he looks in them. It’s a need at this point. Not even a want anymore.
Settling on my knees between his legs, I lift one, carefully working the stocking up his leg. When I’m done, it’s sitting right above his knee, the little bow resting against his thigh. I press my lips to the inside of his thigh and set his leg back on the ground, then put the other stocking on his other leg.
His breathing is deep and even, and when I stand back up, his head is still tilted back like I left it. Oh goddamn. That should not be so fucking hot.
