Page 86 of Surrender to Me
My pants are next, and I wiggle them over my hips and down my legs.
“Keep going.”
With a steadying sigh, I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties.
His eyes never waver as I push my underwear down and then step free of them.
Finally I’m standing in front of him, totally naked.
“That’s it. Such a good girl.”
My arms are all but twitching at my sides as I fight the urge to cover myself.
But under his careful scrutiny, my clit begins to throb. I’m wet, and the terrible realization makes my blush deepen.
“Present your breasts to me.” His tone brooks no argument.
“I…” I clench my hands at my sides. “Not quite sure what you mean.”
“Cup your breasts and lift them toward me. As if you’re begging for my attention.”
I swallow hard.
I was prepared for this to be difficult, but this is so much more. He’s asking things from me that are demolishing my inhibitions.
He nods encouragingly, and I do as he wishes, cupping my breasts and lifting them, as if in offering.
My face burns, the heat spreading down my neck, but his eyes light up with approval, and that anchors me.
“Now I want you to roll your nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. Make them hard. Show me every reaction.”
Having him sit there, issuing instructions, is difficult and simultaneously the most natural thing in the world.
For a moment, I hesitate, but he whispers my name, giving me courage.
I move my fingers. At first I circle the sensitive peaks. Then I pinch, rolling them harder. The sensation shoots straight through me. My pussy clenches, and I’m slick with desire.
“Don’t hold back.” His voice is firm but warm. “I want to hear every tiny little sound you make.”
I pinch harder, and the pressure makes me gasp. I tip my head back momentarily, spilling my hair down my spine like a curtain.
“Keep it up.”
My lips part as I sway toward him.
My nipples throb, not just from my touch but from the way he’s watching me, his gaze filled with want.
My knees wobble, but I somehow manage to stay upright, even though I’m lost in the intensity of his attention.
“Stop what you’re doing.”
The order surprises me, making me blink.
Shockingly I don’t want to obey.
“Do as you’re told.” He growls, low and deep in his throat. “Or pay the consequences.”
Jolted by the hint of a threat, I immediately comply.
