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Throughout the film, Bradley made a point of touching her often. A stroke of her hair, a squeeze of her shoulder, rubbing his leg against her. Her fears had dissipated, and she felt relaxed at his feet. Once she got past the initial nervousness, it felt right. It had been awhile since that was the case. Halfway through the movie, he paused the film.

“My glass is empty.” He handed it to her, and she scrambled to her feet. “You should come back with fewer clothes on. I’ll leave the details of that up to you.”

“Oh. Um. OK.”

“Pardon me?” One eyebrow shot upward, and he frowned, seeming to expect a different response. Playfulness danced in his eyes and she blushed.

“I mean Yes, Sir,” she corrected. Wetness gathered between her thighs as she spoke the words that used to come so naturally to her. His grin was her reward.

“Good girl.” He waved her off to the kitchen. Before getting the wine, she ducked into the bedroom and slipped off her top and jeans. Less clothing. She considered a sexy nightie, and she had one in her suitcase, but decided she liked how she looked in only her bra and panties. Leaving them in place, she went to the kitchen.

Back in the living room, she held out his glass to him. Instead of taking just his, he took both glasses of wine from her and set them on the side table. “You can sit next to me now.”

“Thank you, I don’t mind being at your feet though. I like it.”

“Good girl, but I want you next to me for a little while.”

Her head bobbed up and down, but she quickly added, “Yes, Sir,” when he quirked his eyebrow at her. Settling next to him on the couch, she accepted the glass he handed her, and he restarted the movie. He draped an arm across her shoulders as they watched Gerard Butler and Aaron Eckhart fight off the bad guys. His fingers casually traced lines up and down her bare shoulder, and she shuddered as heat spiked between her legs.

“Cold?” he asked with a wicked grin as he continued the slow trail up her arm.

Gazing at him, she shook her head. “A little warm actually.” She winked and snuggled closer. His hand drifted from her shoulder to her neck before snaking into her hair. His grip tightened, and he turned her head upward, so he was staring down into her eyes.

“Let’s play a little game and warm you up a bit more.” A mix of excitement and need unfurled inside her when he paused the movie, never breaking eye contact.

“Take off your panties.”

Her hair fell from his grasp as he sat back and waited for her to do as he asked. Raising her bottom off the couch, she hooked her thumbs and forefingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her thighs. Leaning forward, she pushed them slowly down her legs until they pooled in a black silky puddle at her feet. Heat filled his gaze as his eyes swept down her body.

“Now, I want to watch you play with yourself while you watch the movie.” Her pussy clenched and a little gasp left her mouth. “Is there a problem, pet?”

Swallowing hard, she shook her head and whispered, “No, Sir.”

“Good, now spread those amazing legs and play with your cunt. One rule, though. You’re not allowed to come until they catch the bad guys, and since I’m going to be watching you, you have to tell me how the movie ends and get it right or I’ll have to punish you.” Her mouth dropped open.

“That’s so not fair.”

“Get started, pet. I’m not asking.” His voice was even, but his eyes were dark and his expression stern. Butterflies formed in her stomach, but she spread her thighs and slipped a hand between them.

“Good girl,” he said and picked up the leg closest to him. Draping it over his lap, he spread her even wider. “Ready for me to start the movie again?” he asked as she used gentle strokes to touch herself. Her face warmed under his gaze and she shook her head.

He chuckled. “Too bad.” The movie started playing again. “Don’t stop, pet. And don’t come.”

She whimpered, “Yes, Sir,” and continued to caress her pussy. His eyes never left her, and soon pleasure was bubbling inside her. Her eyes drifted closed as she plunged two fingers into the wet opening.

“You have to pay attention to the movie, pet,” he whispered. Her eyes jerked open, and she moaned. Slowing her fingers, she glanced up at him.

“How much longer is this movie?” she asked, her voice strained.

“Don’t worry about it. Focus on the movie and on not coming,” he said, running his hand over the thigh still draped over his lap.

“I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back,” she said, sucking in a sharp breath. He fluttered his hand over her thigh again and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“I have faith in you baby. Keep going.” She pressed two fingers against her clit and rubbed in small circles. She was doing her best to concentrate on the movie and not the searing spikes of pleasure shooting through her body, but it was hopeless. She had no clue what was happening on the screen. As she neared the brink of an orgasm, she slowed her fingers and slipped them inside herself again. It was getting harder to hold back.

A low growl rumbled through Bradley, and he pulled her hand out from between her thighs.

“Enough,” he bit out.

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