Page 27 of In Control

“I’m not, it’s just …” I decide to be honest with him. Why not? “I don’t want to sound conceited, or ungrateful, but being told I’m beautiful, it gets old. Like all anyone can appreciate about me is how I look.”

I expect him to laugh at me or tell me I’m a brat. It would probably be my reaction to anyone who dropped that confession on me. But he doesn’t. Instead, he nods like he’s digesting that piece of information.

“Noted. Do I have your permission to call you sexy then, Sophia?”

“It’s the same thing.”

“It’s not,” he says, lowering his mouth to my neck and littering a trail of kisses down my body. “You can be beautiful and not have an ounce of sex appeal. You can be conventionally unattractive and have sex appeal by the bucket loads. It’s about attitude, it’s about words, and how you use your body. You have so much sex appeal, Sophia, it’s hard to keep control around you.”

“Hmmm,” I say, letting my hands swim over all those goddamn muscles as he unbuttons my jeans and shimmies them down my legs.

I’m wearing a pair of matching red lacy knickers.

“See,” he says, “it’s knowing you’re wearing sinful little things like this under your perfectly innocent outfit. I knew you would be and I’ve been imagining it all fucking evening.”

“Want to take them off, Alpha?” I ask, lifting my foot to rest against his pec.

He snatches it in his hand and kisses the tip of my big toe.

“No, sweetheart, I want to eat you out while you’re still wearing these, because I want you to make them so wet they’ll be ruined, and you won’t be able to wear them for anyone else.”

I go to protest. I’ve already come once this evening and am feeling I ought to return the favour, but he sucks my big toe into his mouth and I forget my own name.

I grip the sheets beneath me. “Shit!” I squeal. It feels intense, pleasurable and unbearable all at once. And it’s my toe. My fucking toe. I can’t imagine how that mouth is going to feel between my legs.

He releases my toe with a pop and tickles his finger down the sole of my foot, making me wriggle on the bed with the same contrasting sensations.

“You like that, do you?”

“Uh-huh,” I pant.

That naughty smile returns to his face and I’m wondering if what I’ve heard about doctors being dirty underneath their freshly laundered coats is true.

He continues to trail his finger up the inside of my leg, achingly slowly so that I am panting. When he reaches the gusset of my underwear, I inhale, waiting for him to touch me. But he halts.

I groan, attempting to roll up and tug him towards me. Gently, he pushes me back down into the mattress.

“You had your fun, sweetheart. Now it’s my turn.”

He kisses the tips of each of my toes, and then glides his tongue down the sole of my foot and up my leg, following the path of his fingers. When he reaches the tender flesh of my thigh, his kisses become harder, he sucks and nibbles, inching closer and closer to my underwear.

“Are you wet, Sophia?” he says, mere millimetres from the red lace, so close I feel the warmth of his breath.

“So wet!”

He places an innocent kiss above the lace and then he’s gone.

“What?!” I cry out, but he has my other foot in his hands now and he repeats his actions with my other leg. By the time his mouth is back on the lace, I’m a crazy ball of need, writhing on the bed, grinding my pussy unabashedly into his face.

“It’s OK, sweetheart. I’m going to give you what you want now.”

I’m not sure what I want. His tongue? His mouth? His fingers? His cock? Maybe all of it.

I’m rewarded with his finger first though. He yanks my knickers to one side and strokes the lips of my sex.

“All swollen,” he croons. He finds my opening and pushes a finger inside, groaning as he does. “And wet.” He pushes his finger higher inside me, brushing against my g-spot and making me jolt.

“Here?”

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