Page 14 of The Physical Attraction Seminar
“So wet for me already, aren’t you?”
An embarrassingly loud moan escapes from my mouth, and I immediately move to slap a hand over my mouth, but Barrett locks his hand around my wrist and holds it above my head.
“Let’s make a few things clear,” he starts. “One, never be embarrassed about moaning in front of me. And two, next time you try to move your hands, I’m going to flip you over and smack your ass until it’s red.”
I gasp, but I’m not sure if it’s because I’m shocked by his forwardness or the fact that a part of me wants to see him follow through withthat promise.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper shyly, looking up at him with my best doe eyes.
“Good girl,” Barrett praises before reaching for the waistband of my underwear. I lift my hips, and he slips them off in one swift motion. My arousal only intensifies as I spread my legs wide for him.
He licks his lips while slowly dragging his strong fingers through my wetness, and I writhe against his hand, lost to pleasure. Once he starts to curve his fingers inside and stroke my G-spot deep and slow, I lose all control.
“Oh, my god,” I cry out at the exact moment his head lowers and his tongue circles my clit. A burst of pleasure shoots through me like a tidal wave that I didn’t see coming.
He keeps a steady rhythm as he works his fingers in and out of me, which is usually where most men go wrong. They’re changing their speed and motions so frequently that I can’t keep my focus long enough to come.
Despite an orgasm crashing through me, I’ve done a good job at keeping my hands above my head, but the feeling of Barrett kneading along my inner thighs while starting to go down on me makes me spiral.
I only last a minute before I’m blindsided by another orgasm. Only this time, I drop my hands to grip his hair while writhing beneath him.
Mere seconds after my hands touch his head, I realize my error because he immediately backs away from me. An agitated groan slipped from my lips. But before I can complain, Barrett rolls me over onto my stomach. You’d think I’d weigh nothing based on how easily he flips mearound and bends me over his knees. My bare ass is on full display for his viewing pleasure, and I’m not even upset about it. If anything, I am eager to see if he’ll follow through with his promise from earlier.
Disobeying him wasn’t my intention, but I have a feeling that no matter how hard I try to bargain with him, he isn’t going to buy it.
With one hand, Barrett grabs my wrists and pins them behind the small of my back. With the other, he wraps my hair around his hand—once, then twice—then tilts my face upward so I can see him. “What did I say about keeping your hands above your head?”
“Sorry, sir,” I reply with a wry smile.
He releases my wrists, but I keep them in place. He gently rubs his hands over my ass and excitement rises inside my chest, knowing what’s coming next.
The anticipation builds… and builds… and builds. So much so that it’s getting hard to stay still.
Barrett must pick up on my agitation because he removes his hand from my skin for an extended moment. Just when I think I’m going to feel the sting of his palm slapping against my ass, and a loud crack sound through the room, he picks me up and places me on the floor in front of him.
“I’ll spare you… for now. My bedroom is at the end of that hallway.” He jerks his head to the left. “I have something to take care of really quickly, but I want you laying in my bed playing with your pussy when I get in there, got it?”
I stand there, dumbfounded for a momentbefore his words register. A smile spreads over my face as I twist on my heels and walk completely naked down the hall in search of his bedroom.
I’m still not sure what’s gotten into me, but I’m having too much fun to care.
Somewhere between foreplay on the couch, getting railed into oblivion, and falling asleep in Barrett’s bed, the early morning sunlight began to poke through the curtains. One glance at his nightstand alarm clock lets me know it’s already almost six.
Barrett is still sound asleep, but I’m sure that won’t last much longer, so I decide to slip out of his bed while I still have the opportunity. We had an agreement—no feelings to deal with tomorrow.Well, it’s tomorrow, and I need to stick to my word.
Jarring the door slightly, I tip-toe out of his room, taking one peek back to look at Barrett’s sleepy face and messy brown hair before sneaking down the long, dark hallway. There’s a light on in one of the rooms, and curiosity gets the best of me, so I peek my head through the opening. A mahogany desk takes up most of the room, and there’s a large sign on the wall behind it with the letters “B.B.E.” printed in large, navy-blue letters.
I pause in the doorway for a moment, repeating the lettersin my head. That name sounds familiar, but I can’t figure out where I know it from. I told myself that I wasn’t going to try to look him up after this. I’m the one who insisted we have rules for our one-night stand, so I should be the one to hold them. But on the off chance that curiosity gets the best of me one day and I want to check up on him, at least I have a starting point.
Creeping into the living room, I snatch up my white dress from the floor where I left it yesterday and crumple it into a ball to hold in my arms. Barrett let me borrow a t-shirt and shorts to sleep in, even though I initiated I was just going to rest my eyes. Unfortunately for him, he’s not getting his clothes back. I kick over a pillow, looking for my bra, when the thud of the ice maker dropping ice into the bin makes me freeze in place. I stay like that for a minute, maybe two, afraid to make a noise.
I fear that if he comes out here and tries to stop me from leaving, I’m not sure I’ll have the willpower to say no. Barrett is successful and charming, and our sexual chemistry is off the charts. He’s everything I’ve been looking for in a man, and now I’m willingly walking away from him.
I can’t tell if I'm the biggest idiot on the planet or if I’m saving myself from a future heartbreak.
I look down to find my bra conveniently thrown over the coffee table, but my search comes up short when I try locating my underwear. I kick over a few of the pillows on the ground to see if they got caught underneath one, but my search comes up short. I groan, settling on the decision to walk home commando because I can’t continuewasting time looking for them if I want to make it out of here unscathed.
Oh well, at least if I leave them here, they can serve as a fun little souvenir for Barrett to remember our night together.
