Page 11 of Dominance

Gloria leans in, her lips parting slightly, her eyes half-closed.

And my dumb ass knocks her glass out of her hand, right toward me and all over the crotch of my pants.

“Oh shit!” She coughs, catching her glass at the last second and pulling away to set it down. I follow suit.

Classic Adriano.

“Here, let me, uh…” She fumbles, realizing where the wine is and the lack of any means of cleaning me off. “We should?—”

“Right, sorry?—”

“No, I mean, it happens?—”

“I’ll just?—”

“Stop!” She laughs, the sound cutting me off, stopping my heart and shattering my frustration with myself. “Let’s go inside.”

So I let her lead me back inside, down to the hallway, content to still have her near me as she tests a few doors before finding one that lets us into a laundering area, linens lining the shelves around us.

“Aha! Jackpot.”

“Thank you, Gloria, I can?—”

Her finger brushes my lips as she cuts me off, pulling a towel off the rack and pushing me up against the wall of the suddenly very small room. My eyes widen lightly as she leans in, the towel in her hand hanging between us.

She’s right there, inches away from my face.

“Take off your pants,” she whispers.

And fuck me if I even hesitate, unbuttoning my dress pants and dropping them to the floor. Kicking them and my shoes off, I reach for the towel, but she jerks it away, her eyes never leaving mine.

The look on her face, the proximity of her body to mine, the spinning euphoria of the wine and shots, have me completely turned on and rock-hard instantly. If that wasn’t enough, she drags the towel against me pressing her hand and body against my bulge.

Without another thought, I tilt forward, aching to feel her lips on mine.

Gloria falls forward as I do, her hand gripping me through the towel and my wine-soaked boxer briefs, and I close my eyes, waiting for that kiss.

But her face brushes against mine, cheek to cheek, her hot breath on my ear as our bodies collide chest to breast. A flick of her tongue along my earlobe has me dropping my head back against the wall, and my heart stops as I feel her fingers slip over the waistband of my underwear, grazing along the shaft of my achingly hard cock.

“Gloria …”

“Mm-hmm?” she moans into my ear, sending goosebumps rippling all over my body.

Her grip tightens around me, stroking once, twice.

“I want?—”

“Yes?” she hisses, so softly, my body involuntarily flexing in her grasp.

My eyes snap open at the sound of a door slamming right outside the laundry room and she’s a foot away, tense, eyes wide, and suddenly nervous. “Um…we should…”

And before I can stop her, or make a move, Gloria lunges for the door, something clutched in her hands.

“Wait!” I protest, my voice a strangled gasp.

But Gloria slips out, locking gazes with me right before she vanishes through the door, a tiny, evil grin on her face. For a split second, I almost forget the fact that she took my pants with her.

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