Page 14 of Blushing Bride

I tried to jerk my wrists from his grasp, but his grip was too strong.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered, and my heart leapt into my throat. What was he going to do now?

Would he punish me like I’d seen in those pictures?

I worried the inside of my cheek with my teeth as the straps of my bra grew taut against my shoulders. Without another word, he tore my bra from my body.

The lace parted like it was paper under his strength. I gasped in shock, staring at the purple fabric as he tossed it aside.

“I liked that,” I breathed in disbelief.

“I’ll buy you another one,” he replied, like it was the simplest thing in the world. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something sharp tongued and quick witted, but it was as if my brain stopped working entirely.

“Would two suffice?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow as his gaze searched mine.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Then consider it done,” he growled.

My nipples hardened into tight little pebbles. Goosebumps popped up all over my flesh and I shivered, not from the chill but from arousal.

With his free hand, he traced a finger down the curve of my breast. His touch was like fire and suddenly the whole room turned into a scorching furnace. Even the air I pulled into my lungs felt like it was sizzling hot.

When he finally brushed his fingertips against my nipple, I stopped breathing entirely. A strangled moan escaped me, and I clamped my lips shut, not wanting to give away just how much I was enjoying the feeling of his rough touch on my skin right now.

Slowly, they descended the plane of my stomach, lower still until they brushed against the waistband of my slacks. I shuddered with need, my breasts shaking a little in the process.

With incredible ease, he popped open the button of my slacks. Gradually, he lowered my zipper. I trembled, expecting his knuckles to graze against my panty-covered mound, but they didn’t. At least not yet.

“Keep your arms above your head,” he instructed. There was something beneath his tone that made my stomach flip with anxious arousal, like there was a threat hidden in his words that he had not yet unveiled.

With both hands, he pushed my pants past my hips, taking care not to pull my panties down along with them. He didn’t rush, taking his time as his fingers only just touched the bare flesh of my hips and the tops of my thighs. My breath escaped my lips in short, shuddery pants, exposing just how out of my element I was.

He knelt, pulling off my shoes, one by one. Then he freed my legs from the confines of my slacks. My breath caught in my throat once my legs were fully bared.

I didn’t want him to know that I’d never done this before.

I pulled my arms down, reaching for the button of his pants with a boldness I didn’t know I was capable of. He was wearing a belt and for some reason, the buckle wouldn’t come undone. I struggled with it and for a few seconds, he allowed it.

Then he grasped both wrists and pinned them to my sides.

“No,” he growled.

“But I…” I began, but he shook his head and the words died somewhere in the back of my throat, forever left unsaid.

“Not yet, little girl. In just a few moments, you’re going to be fully bare for me while I remain fully clothed. That makes you feel vulnerable, doesn’t it?” he pressed.

“Yes,” I shivered.

“That’s not all it makes you feel though,” he whispered, his breath tickling the sensitive hairs of my throat.

I wondered what his kiss would feel like there instead.

“Right now, you’re soaking wet because you know that in just a few moments, you’re going to be completely naked for me.”

A soft mewl of disbelief slipped out of my mouth and he smirked knowingly. My pussy clenched as I flexed my thighs and took stock of the state of my lacey panties.

He was right.

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