Page 83 of The Naughty List

“More,” I moan. “Say more things.”

“You like when I talk dirty to you?”

“Yes.”

His other hand slides beneath my skirt, his fingers finding my wet panties.

“Oh, you do like it, don’t you?”

I grip his shirt, praying he doesn’t stop.

“What about when I slide my fingers inside you, does that excite you?”

“Oh! Please don’t stop.” I lift my hips a little, giving his fingers access and allowing him room to slide one inside of me.

He lazily slides it in and out a few times before dragging my wetness back between my cheeks.

“And here? Did you like when I entered you here?”

“Ah.” I tense at the intrusion, but quickly relax as he presses against me, slipping just the tip of his finger inside. “Yessss.” He removes his finger and brings it back to my clit, toying with me.

“Tell me what’s going through your mind?”

I stare down at him. His tie is loosened, his top button undone. My lips claim his in a searing kiss while he continues to prime me with his fingers. I’ve never wanted a man the way I want Alex Snow. Loosening his tie, I slide it away from his collar.

“I want to be in control,” I say, gaining confidence.

“Do you now?” He smiles as I wrap the tie around the bar above his head.

“Give me your hand.” I hold out my hand. He obliges, and I wrap one end of the tie around his wrist. “Other hand.”

He stares at me, and I’m unsure whether he’s actually going to do it, but he slowly removes his hand from beneath my skirt.

I tie his other hand the same way I did the first, then sit back and admire him. His mussed hair, his undone shirt, his hands tied over his head. I know full well he could easily release himself, but he doesn’t try. The way he submits himself to my control makes me feel powerful.

He looks up at his hands then back at me, a devilish grin on his lips. “Looks like I’m at your mercy, Miss Emmert. What are you going to do with me?”

“Use you,” I answer, a little timidly.

“That’s right, baby. Yes you are. Show daddy how you like to be fucked.” He lifts his hips an inch, and the pressure of his hardness against my core makes me gasp.

Reaching down, I continue unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the dark blond curls peppering his chiseled torso. I lean forward and press my lips to his chest.

He moans, his hands clenching into fists as I drag my tongue up between his pecs to his neck. I grind against him as I sink my teeth into his skin, wanting to mark him the way he marked me.

“There.” I smile, pulling back to see the imprint I left. “Now you’re mine.”

“I’ve been yours,” he says, his eyes dark with lust. I glance up to see his fingers tightening around the bar, as though he’s fighting the urge to rip his hands free and consume me.

It’s like a fire has been ignited inside me. I reach down, undoing his belt and pants as I reach inside and fist his cock. His head falls back against the wall with an audible thunk, his eyes closing as his lips part on a groan. Gripping him tightly, I stroke his length. Putting my lips up to his ear, I say the words I’ve been trying to muster the courage to utter since I tied him up.

“You like that, daddy?” I’m shocked I managed to say it. The second the last word leaves my mouth, his eyes fly open. He’s needy and hungry, like a wolf ready to pounce.

“Fuck yes,” he growls, the fabric of his tie straining against his wrists as he struggles to maintain his composure.

I pull his cock from his pants, lifting my own skirt in the process and pulling my panties to the side before lining him up at my entrance. Teasing both of us, I spread my wetness on his tip while he watches.

“I—we don’t have a condom.”

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