Page 53 of Danger

“You’ll do as I say tonight.”

My heart stops, and I stare at him. “What do you mean?”

He steps closer, his eyes roaming freely over my body, like he’s never seen a half-naked woman before. “You’ll do exactly what I say.”

I feel so exposed right now, standing here in my black lace bra and panty set. And then I do something I’ll probably regret, I say, “Ok.”

His grin is slow as it spreads across his face. “Your body is a work of art.” He cups one full breast in his hand and gives it a little squeeze, like he’s testing to see if I smack him. Or worse yet, put a full stop to this little arrangement.

But I stand my ground, and let him get his fill. He moves over to the other one and brings his mouth down, over my bra, and sinks his teeth into me. And in a quick second he’s unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the floor on top of my dress.

He admires my breasts, staring a beat too long at them before he repeats his actions. Cupping one, and then the other, and then bringing his mouth down over each nipple one at a time. Like he’s never in his life seen a pair. But his touch is definitely experienced.

He runs his hands along my side, and ah it’s too slow. My blood boils as he sets fire to my skin with each touch.

“Take your panties off and lie on the bed.”

Normally I’d have some smart comeback like ‘why don’t you do it for me’ but his eyes tell me this wasn’t a request but an order.

And in this moment I do as he says, wondering if I should leave this room altogether, but my curiosity wins out, and I climb onto the bed, removing my panties along the way.

His eyes watch me with such need, such hunger. I don’t think any man has ever devoured me with their eyes before. Not like he is. It prickles my skin and my heart beat amps up.

“Spread your legs for me.” He removes his shirt and I stare at the muscles stacked on top of muscles. He unzips his jeans, lowering them. “Do it,” he reminds me.

I have to say I’m nervous, my body tingles in anticipation of what’s to come. I’ve always had sex with the lights off, under covers, with no man seeing me. No man looking directly at me.

No man has ever studied me the way Danger studies me now. It’s a little too much to handle, but I do as he says, slowly, unsure of myself.

He strains his neck to the side, letting it crack as his eyes widen at the sight of me. “I knew you’d be perfect.” His voice is different, lower, breathier. It turns me on even more, and he smiles when he sees the evidence.

I want to press my thighs together, alleviate the throbbing ache between my legs, but I keep my eyes trained on him as he licks his lips.

His earlier words he’d said to me repeating over and over in my mind,‘You can’t handle me.’Words I once thought were nothing more than arrogance, I now realize hold a measure of truth. I don’t think I will be able to handle him.

He’s overpowering this large hotel suite, shrinking it in size with each breath he takes. With each stare over my body.

He grabs my ankle, yanking me further down the bed, closer to the edge and smiles. “When I’m done with you you’ll need me to carry you. And I will.”

My breath catches in my throat, and no sassy comeback comes to mind. No, ‘you wish’, or ‘sure thing.’ Because in this moment, his eyes searing straight through me, I believe him.

He climbs the bed, removing his boxers before he does and I take in the sight of him. The pure beauty of him.

The length of him, how ramrod straight and big he is. How hard he is.

How just by staring at me he’s gotten this way. How I’m affecting him just like he’s affecting me.

He lowers his mouth to my thigh, licking along my heated skin, making my hips instinctively flex off the bed. He holds me down, moving his tongue over my sex, licking a path over my wetness. “I hope you’re ready for what I have in store for you.”

I hope I am too.

He licks the same path again, and then centers his tongue over my clit, sucking, nibbling, and applying just the right amount of pressure. My body comes alive at his touch, and I hate to admit how close I am to falling over the edge right now. How close I am to an orgasm. I think I’ve been so close, needing him to get me there since the moment I met him. Since the chemistry between us exploded the first night he touched me.

He licks a path over my skin, from my clit to my ass and back up again, and then he uses his fingers. And I close my eyes, sinking into the mattress further, trying my best to hold out. Wanting this not to stop.

“I’m so close,” I cry out, and he keeps working me over again and again.

He doesn’t stop until the first wave of my orgasm crashes over me, and I try to regain my breathing. He doesn’t stop as my orgasm continues on still, and I ride it out, his tongue working my clit like he owns it, his fingers deep inside me.

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