Page 68 of Midnight Dissonance

But to what end?

She wanted to be with him. And if this was how she could apologize, if this was what he wanted as proof of her devotion and her commitment to them, then so be it. Because she messed up. This fight was her fault.

She’d hurt him.

With her head held high, she toed her shoes off and removed her coat, hanging it over the barstool. She tugged her shirt off, the same one she’d worn to work today. Then she slid her jeans down her legs until she stood in only her bra and panties. It was a hot set too. White with black polka dots. The bra hugged her tits and made them look like an offering.

But he wanted her naked. So she reached behind her back and undid the clasp, letting the straps slowly slide down her arms. His gaze smoldered, but he made no move to come to her. No, this was a journey she would have to take on her own.

The bra wound up in a heap with the rest of her clothing. She toyed with the tiny strips of lace covering her sex, inching them down over her hips. Then she let the material fall and stepped out of them.

With a deep inhale, she slid to her knees and lowered her torso until her hands were on the floor. She kept her head held high as she began to crawl, putting some sway into her hips and making her tits jiggle. Because he had a thing for her boobs.

And he didn’t move a muscle other than an angry tick in his jaw. For all appearances, he was unmoved by her display. Until you looked in his eyes. They gave him away. Dark hunger pulsed in his black gaze. And she noticed his cock strained against the confines of his slacks.

She licked her lips at the thought of all those inches.

But didn’t stop her trek. The hardwood was cool beneath her palms and knees. When she reached his chair, she did something she had never done for another Dom before. She lowered her upper torso to the floor until her forehead touched as a sign of humble submission.

“Good girl. Now, you’re going to suck my dick.”

She rose onto her knees and inched closer. He hadn’t made a move to undo his slacks. All he’d done was toss his tie over his shoulder.

She slid her palms up his calves to his muscular thighs to his belt buckle. Biting her bottom lip, she undid his belt. And then lowered the zipper on his pants. She peeled his slacks down. Then palmed his dick through his boxers.

She pulled his boxers down but struggled to get his pants and boxers down far enough for her to suck him off. She blinked at the sudden moisture filling her eyes. Because she didn’t want to fail at this too. She was always falling short.

A tear escaped before she could stop it.

“Lexi.”

One word. Just her name. And she cried. “I’m trying.”

“Look at me.”

The command shivered through her, and she lifted her tear-stained gaze, unable to stop the tears from falling.

“Lesson number one: if you need something from me, ask.”

She sniffed and nodded. “Would you please lift your hips, Sir? I need help removing your pants and boxers so I can suck your cock.”

At her request, he lifted his hips, giving her the space and freedom to pull his pants down to his ankles. She removed his shoes and then pulled them off the rest of the way. She even took his socks off for him.

Steadier than before, she circled his cock with her hand and stroked him slowly.

He arched a brow. “I said I wanted you to suck it.”

“I will, Sir. I just like touching you.” And she wanted to take her time and make it the best blowjob he’d ever had. And yes, she was a bit of an overachiever once she was all in.

Which meant she was all in with him.

She leaned in, her gaze trained on his handsome face, and licked him from root to tip. Then she swirled her tongue around his crown, lapping up the few pearly drops of precum seeping from the head.

She opened her mouth and sucked the head inside. His eyes lowered to half-mast. Those eyes of his were black flames of desire. She lowered her mouth, taking more of his shaft inside. She pushed past her gag reflex, taking as much of him down her throat as possible. Until she sealed her mouth over the base of his dick, fighting her gag reflex and needing air. But then she released him, gliding slowly back up his shaft before repeating the move again and again until tears streamed down her face.

“Sit on my lap.”

She released his cock. “But, Sir?”

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