Tease Me (Private Listing #4)

I do as she asks, willing to play her pawn for a change. Giving in to her orders might not be what I’m used to, but for her, I’ll do anything. When I told her that, I meant it.

She’s it for me.

When I sit, she lifts her high-heeled foot and puts it between my legs on the chair. “Good. Now take out your cock and put your hands on your knees.”

As I release my straining cock, relief floods me. When she licks her lips, precum wells on my tip as a pulse of lust flows through me. Anticipation buzzes through my veins like the sweetest drug.

“Have you gotten off since Sunday?” She cocks her head to the side.

“No.” My gaze follows the length of her leg up to where it disappears beneath her straining skirt. I long to touch her silky skin but know that won’t likely happen. I need to maintain my control for her.

She frowns but recovers. Her fingers tease her shirt’s button. “Do you want to see how well you dress me?”

“Always, princess.” My hands tighten on my thighs.

She unbuttons her shirt, opening it enough to reveal her breasts perfectly held in the cups of her bra, just as I imagined they would be. Then she leans over and draws her skirt up so I can see her panties. My insides twist with need.

Her eyes lift to mine. “Do you want to touch yourself, boss?”

Unable to resist, my hand grips my cock and I stroke myself, taking in this gorgeous woman. “Fuck, princess, I miss you.”

She leans back against the door and drags her finger between her breasts. “How do you miss me?”

“I miss smelling your perfume on my pillow on nights you don’t sleep with me.” I’m not going to last as I watch her drag her finger down. “I miss the way your eyes widen when you come for me. The feel of you in my arms at night, soft and warm. I miss the smile you give me like we share a secret only the two of us know.”

Her lips part and I want them on my cock. Her mouth is divine. When her hand trails down to her thigh, all my attention focuses there and how good it feels to sink deep inside her warm, welcoming cunt.

“I miss the way you follow my every command. I miss you looking at me like I’m the most wonderful man you’ve met, and I hate that I’m the one who took it all away.” Squeezing my cock a little harder, I say, “We were good and I fucked that up.”

“You did.” She licks her lips as she watches me fist my cock. “But you also take care of me. You set limits when I want to blow past them even when it’s for my own good.”

She lowers her foot to the ground. After kicking her shoes off, she steps forward to stand straddling me on the chair. “I miss you and your control of me. Stop touching yourself, boss.”

I do as she asks. The heat of her body calls to me, making me want to touch her. But I resist, knowing this is her show.

Her hand cups my jaw and tips it up so that we look into each other’s eyes. That connection is still there. I didn’t break it fully.

“Tell me what you want, princess,” I whisper. “Anything.”

“Pull my panties to the side,” she whispers too, like any loud noise will break this between us.

Even though I want to do more, I do exactly as she asks and let my gaze fall to her wet, swollen pussy. Saliva fills my mouth and I long for a taste of her. All the things I want to do to her, but I stay in control.

Her hand wraps around my cock, and she lowers herself until the tip notches at her entrance. Her hands return to hold my face and our eyes remain locked.

“I miss you too,” she whispers before she sinks down onto my cock. We both groan at the feel of coming together. It’s only been days, but it feels like forever.

“Seth,” she breathes out against my lips. It’s a question, a plea.

“What do you need, Madison?” My lips brush hers as I speak. Neither of us moves, locked together.

She tips her head down and stares into my eyes. “Fuck me, sir. Make me come.”

All my pent-up control shatters. I grab her hips and rise, pressing her back against the door. My cock pistons in and out of her sweet, tight cunt, so fucking glad to be where I belong.

“Harder, sir.”

Our open lips hover together, touching but not kissing as I pick up the pace, driving into her as if my soul depends on it. I press my chest against hers and slip one of my hands between us, teasing her clit with gentle strokes while I thrust deep and hard into her.