Page 161 of The Holiday Fakers
“Yes.”
“If at any point something doesn’t feel good, or isn’t what you want, you tell me, okay?”
I nod.
“I mean it, Piper. Don’t wait. Tell me.”
“I promise.”
“Good. Now take off your dress.”
It’s got a long zipper down the back, so I turn around and hold my hair up so he can help.
The warmth of his breath ghosts across the back of my neck, raising goosebumps, but he doesn’t touch me, he just eases the zipper down. Shrugging the capped sleeves from my shoulders, I let the dress drop to the ground and step out of it.
His breath catches in his throat as I reveal the same lacy underwear set I wore a few days ago.
My hands go to the clasp, but then freeze when he says, “Stop. Keep them on.”
Desire floods through me, begging me to pull him on top of me, but I don’t move. I’m submitting to him, and nothing has ever felt so hot.
“Turn around,” he commands.
I do, my nipples hard and aching, poking through the lace of my bra and pointing directly where they want to go.
Brody’s eyes rake down my body, and I swear to God I feel the fire of his gaze burning through my skin.
His cock is tenting his dress pants, and the sight makes me even hotter for him. Knowing he wants me as much as I want him only amplifies my desire.
“On the bed,” he says. “On your back.”
I climb onto it, and he straddles me, attaching the cuffs to each wrist, then tying them together with the ribbons so they’re above my head. The whole time, he’s doing his best not to touch me, and it’s driving me wild.
Then he takes the blindfold and secures it on my face. I’m suddenly plunged into darkness, no light even coming in around the edges.
“Good girl,” he murmurs in my ear, then nips the lobe.
I gasp, angling my head toward his, but he’s already gone.
“You gonna stay still, Piper?”
I nod.
“You’re gonna take what I’m gonna give? Come as many times as I say? Beg me to finally fuck you? Scream my name when I do?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, already.”
He taps the inside of my ankles. “Spread them, baby girl. Show me how wet you are.”
Spreading my legs wide, I’m rewarded by the sound of Brody’s ragged inhale.
“Such a pretty sight.”
His finger drags up the gusset of my panties, and I jump.
“Soaking.”
I twist, trying to get his finger to my clit, but then it disappears.
