Page 15 of Dark Daze

Then locked it.

I swept my hair over my shoulder and out of the way, and dipped my head.

His warm hands brushed over my back before he gripped the zip and drew it down with agonising slowness.

He brushed the pads of his thumbs over my lower back, then slid his hands up my bare skin. He paused for a moment at my left shoulder blade before he hooked his fingers into the straps of my dress and pushed them off my shoulders.

They slid down my arms until the dress pooled at my feet.

I stepped out of it and turned around slowly. I was naked except for a tiny, black G string.

I looked up at him. "Is this where I have to ask you to do things to me?" Because I fucking would if I had to.

He looked me over like a lion admiring a gazelle. Hungry and ready to pounce.

"Just tell me you want me to fuck you," he said simply.

I stepped up to him and slid my arms around his neck. A little voice in the back of my mind reminded me he was my boss, but all that did was get me going even more.

"I want you to fuck me," I said. More than anything. I wanted to feel his hands all over me. I wanted him to fill me to the brim.

He slanted his mouth over mine and started to devour me with his lips and tongue. He slid his hands down my back and cupped my ass, then lifted me up until my legs were wound around his waist. He carried me over to the bed and lay me down before he lay over me, his legs on either side of mine.

Between kisses, he said, "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name. I'm going to claim every centimetre of your gorgeous body. I'm going to make you scream out my name until your voice is hoarse. And when my cock slides inside you, you'll know you're mine."

All I could do was say, "Yes… Please." I wanted all of that and more. "Give me everything. Don't hold back."

He nibbled my earlobe and chuckled. "I won't."

I believed him.

I helped him out of his clothes, threw them aside to form a pile on the floor.

Many times, I imagined what he looked like naked. Now I saw him, he was better than I imagined. He wasn't as ripped as Gunnar, but his body was all firm, slender muscle like a runner. And his cock was huge, erect and ready.

He grabbed the front of my G string and ripped it, leaving it as nothing more than a shred of fabric. He grinned, then dropped it on the floor.

"You're beautiful," he said, giving my whole body a long sweeping look. "Now I'm going to find out how you taste."

Yes please.

He kissed his way down my body and stopped between my thighs. He parted them firmly with his hands, then slid his arms under my thighs to open me out to him.

"Just beautiful," he said, half to himself. "I've been waiting so long to see you." He tickled me lightly with the tip of his tongue.

I shivered even though the touch was barely more than that of a feather.

"More?" he asked.

"Much more," I agreed. "Please."

"Good girl," he said approvingly. "I like it when you ask nicely."

Suddenly shy, I managed to say, "I like it when you call me good girl."

He smiled up at me. "Keep being a good girl and I'll keep saying it. In return, I want you to call me boss."

I gulped.

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