Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

Ah, fuck.

My entire body twitched with erotic electricity as she tugged lightly on the leash. The collar around my throat tightened then relaxed.

“You’ve been a bad, bad boy buying all these things. Making me believe they were for your rescues when all along you knew what they’d be used for. On me.”

I waited.

I wouldn’t speak unless she asked. She was running this show. Not me. And fuck if that didn’t turn me on even more knowing I had the power to flip her over and take her but I wouldn’t until she either begged me, commanded me, or gave back the power to do whatever I damn well pleased.

Striding away, she tugged on the leash. “I think the first thing we need to work on is your obedience.” She tugged again. “Come on, bad Ry. Show me if I should forgive you.”

Unable to wipe the shit eating grin off my face, I crawled forward on all fours. There was something about her standing over me with a leash connected to my neck that turned me the fuck on.

“Heel,” she snapped.

Immediately, I pressed my body against her leg like any perfect dog.

“Lie down.”

I rolled over onto my back; one hand cupped my throbbing cock while the other locked around her ankle.

She gasped as I rubbed her delicate bone with my thumb.

Kicking me away gently, she slipped off her black flat shoes, and rested her bare foot on my naked chest. Our flesh instantly sparked where we touched.

“Do you think you’re trained enough to touch me?”

I couldn’t breathe from the supernova lust inside me. I struggled to nod. I thought I could keep up this act, but Christ it was harder than I thought. Harder to fight the instincts of my sex and not yank her onto the floor beside me.

Removing her foot, she commanded. “Sit up.”

I did.

“Come closer.”

I shifted to my knees and inched toward her. My mouth came in direct contact with her lower belly. I couldn’t help myself. I pressed a swift kiss there, wishing so fucking much I could kiss her lower.

She moaned but didn’t slip from character.

“Seeing as you’re behaving, let’s try something harder.”

I waited.

And waited.

When I didn’t think I could wait anymore, she commanded, “Remove my trousers.”

Thank sweet baby Jesus.

My fingers trembled as I looked up, locked eyes, and slowly undid the button and zipper. Once the slacks flared around her hips, I sat taller and grabbed the sides.

Inch by inch, I slid them down creamy, long legs until they pooled on the floor and she stepped elegantly out of them. Shedding the grey cardigan, her nipples had taken over the plain black shirt with excellent decoration.

Standing there in ivory knickers and black top, she’d never looked more bloody beautiful.

My mouth watered.

I swallowed my groan.