Page 34 of The Handler
“Fold it and keep going.” I savor the gruff approval in his tone.
Once the neatly folded shirt is on the corner of the bed, I reach behind my back, grabbing the clasp on my bra.
“No.”
I freeze at his command, and a frisson of doubt that I’m doing this wrong sails up my spine.
“Pants first.”
I toe off my flats, unbutton my jeans, and slowly slide them down my legs until I’m bent in half. Tyler groans. A spark of confidence jets through me. I step out of them and rise. I fold the denim and place the bundle on top of my shirt. I turn, clasp my hands behind my back, and face my Dom, eyes cast down. Can he see my heart pounding in anticipation of what comes next? Tyler promised me orgasms. I’m holding him to his word.
“Good girl.” His voice is rough. Sexy. He feels it too, this burning connection between us. “The bra.”
I reach up and release the clasp. The straps fall loose on my arms, and I clutch the cups to my breasts. Tyler’s eyes lock on me. Lowering my hands, I unveil myself to him and place my bra on the pile. I resume my position with my chest jutting in his direction.
Tyler shifts on his seat, a hand going to the button on his jeans. He slides the zipper down. His hard cock strains his boxer briefs—for me. My tongue grazes my lips without conscious thought.
“Soon.” Tyler presses his palm against his length. “Panties.”
I tease the last of my clothes slowly down my legs and step out of them as gracefully as I can. As soon as they hit the pile, he commands me to come to him. My legs shake as I cover the few feet between us. My breasts bobble against my chest. My thighs slide with the cream that has escaped my pussy. I’m a wreck, and he hasn’t even touched me.
He parts his thighs, and I step between them. For a long minute, he looks me over. Every inch of my bare skin is heated by his gaze as if he was touching me. My core aches for him to fill me. I fight the urge to fidget, to cover myself in some way.
“Beautiful.” His hands, calloused from working on the Sunflower, slide up my outer thighs and graze my puffy lips. His thumb skims over my clit, and then he palms my belly. My feelings are jumbled—embarrassment, inadequacy, lust, longing.
“Sweet, sexy girl.” He pinches my nipples, and I gasp. “Come here.”
He tugs me down over his knee and locks me in place with his other leg. The denim is rough on my skin. “Color?”
I pant with expectation. “Green, Sir.”
“Tyler. When we’re at home, I want to hear my name on those lips.”
“Tyler,” I say on a breath.
His palm lands with a sweet sting that shoots pleasure through me. “Yes.” The word erupts between my lips. Here in private, the two of us, me completely exposed makes it so different from anything we’ve done before.
“That’s my good girl.”
His approval heats me up more than the swat. I crave more of both.
“I’m gonna turn this sweet, gorgeous ass the exact shade of berry red to match those luscious lips.” His hand lands again. “And then I’m gonna fuck you so good, make you come all over my cock. Tease that sweet asshole until you see stars.”
My core clenches. “Yes, please. Tyler.”
His swats pepper down on my flesh until I go limp in his hold, my empty pussy spasming and begging to be filled. When he rubs my cheeks, soothing the stings, I shift in his hold, hoping for more, but I’ll only get what he gives me. If I’m a good girl, he’ll give me everything.
His fingers part my pussy and slide in as he pinches my nipple again. Thick and warm. It’s been so long, too long, since I’ve allowed anyone to be this close to me. He pumps in and out, my cream easing his way, stretching me. I’m so close. If he touches my clit or my asshole, I’ll explode. I wiggle, willing him to give me what I need to go over the edge.
His hands are gone.
“No,” I whine. I’m willing to beg.
“On your knees.”
I slip off his lap and arrange myself in a perfectly submissive pose with my legs parted and hands behind my back. Please let him carry me over the edge.
He stands. Whips off his shirt. His tight abs are phenomenal. He might be ten years older than me, but he’s in perfect shape. He frees himself from his jeans and underwear in one easy motion. I crane my neck slowly up, from his muscular calves to his powerful thighs to the thick cock pointing right at me. My lips tingle with anticipation.
