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

“Fuck, woman,” I grunted. “I’ll get you back for that.”

Her lips twitched. “You’ll try. You were able to stop mid-orgasm. I’m impressed. In that case, another reward is in order.” Her finger swiped out and scooped up the tiny droplet of cum she’d wrenched from me. Not breaking eye contact, she placed her finger into her mouth.

And fuck me if I didn’t almost blow right there and then.

“Goddammit, Vesper.”

She tugged on the leash. “No talking.” Standing, she pulled again. “Heel, there’s a good boy.” Although moving while in this state was excruciating and every motion begged me to finish what she’d started, I obeyed.

I crawled beside her, trembling with lust.

My cock remained standing to attention while my jeans lay open around my waist. But I didn’t move to pull them off. After all, she hadn’t told me to or given permission.

She obviously wanted me this way.

And shit if that didn’t make me even hotter.

Christ, I need to come.

Reaching the bed, Vesper unbuckled the leash from my collar and tossed the fabric over the back of my neck. Holding the two ends like reins, she slowly sat onto the mattress, spreading her legs shamelessly before me.

“Now, we’re going to see just how good you can be.”

Oh, sweet baby mother of God.

My eyes locked onto her ivory panty covered pussy. I basically panted like the dog I pretended to be, looking at her like a prized kill.

“Remove my knickers.” Her voice turned breathy and low.

My hands had given up trembling for full on shaking as I hooked my fingers around the sides and tugged. She balanced herself using the leash around my neck, arching her hips off the bed.

The moment I saw her naked, a feral groan echoed in my chest. “Goddammit, you’re gorgeous. The most gorgeous, wet, so fucking—”

Her hands jerked the leash. “No talking. Your mouth has much more important work to do.”

Fuuuuck.

This was the best idea I’d ever had in my goddamn life. If she wanted to control every sexy time we had from now on, I would not complain. I looked up, hoping to hell she was getting off on this as much as I was.

I didn’t have to worry.

Her cheeks were flush, her eyes wild, and the damp spot she’d already left on my bed proved that she liked bossing me around as much as she liked me shoving her to the ground and taking what I wanted.

My body demanded I dive into her, to spear my tongue inside her.

But I waited.

Because I was a good boy.

And she was my hot as sin mistress.

Stroking under my chin, she whispered, “Do you want to lick me?”

I swallowed hard.

I nodded.

“Do you want to give me pleasure like a good boy?”