JENNIE
I turned in place on my quivering legs, eager to follow Lisa's orders without knowing what they were about. There was rustling from behind me, and then her cool fingertips found the clasp of my bra—not to undo it, but to grasp the sales tag.
A snip rang out.
I held absolutely still as she methodically cut off the tags. When it was done, she set them and the pair of scissors on the bookshelf, ran her fingertips up the length of my spine, and leaned in until her chin rested on my shoulder.
"You're going to be a good little girl and do everything I tell you to, aren't you?"
Fire raced through my bloodstream. My eyes slammed shut, and I shivered at her delicious voice. "Yes, doctor."
The heat of her body abruptly vanished, forcing my eyes open. I had my hands pressed to my thighs, willing myself to stay still and wait for her instruction, but the desire to chase after her was strong.
The chair that didn't belong in this room creaked quietly as she sat in it. She settled for a moment before she spoke. "Come here."
I went as fast as the heels on the rug would allow, but as soon as I was beside her, Lisa's hands ensnared my waist and positioned me before her. She walked me backward, taking me in once more with a sweeping, appreciative gaze. As soon as she had me placed how she wanted, she released me, sat back in the chair, and gripped the sides of the seat beneath her.
"I'm not going to touch you." She declared it loudly, her voice ringing in the cavernous space, traveling up to the balcony of the second floor.
Anxiety ratcheted inside me. "What?"
"I've spent the last year wanting you, but I wasn't able to touch. Tonight, you're going to see what that's like." Her gaze drilled deep down into me. "You're going to watch what you do to me."
"I don't understand," I sputtered, shifting on my heels as I stood before her, only an arm's length away.
"You know how many times I imagined you coming to me? How badly I wanted you to seduce me?" She rolled her shoulders back in the chair and widened her legs, getting comfortable in her seat. "That's my ultimate fantasy, Jennie."
Oh. My. God. My chest tightened. "You want me to seduce you?"
The smile that curled across her lips was like the devil's, and it was fucking hot.
But panic bubbled inside me. I didn't know the first thing about seducing someone. She'd always been the one to initiate and take the lead. I floundered instantly, not sure what to do.
She'd asked me to trust her, so I should have known. Sitting motionless on the chair, her hands curled around the seat, she was still in power. She still held absolute control over me.
"I can see your nipples through that bra," she said. "Are you turned on?"
How could I not be? It was a rhetorical question, but I dragged in a breath. "Yes."
"Do you want me to touch them? Do they ache?"
"Yes," I said through tight teeth.
"Then, use me."
My hands hung listlessly at my sides, but I tensed them into fists as I struggled to keep up. "Use you?"
"You want my mouth on them?" She looked sinister and sexy in the flickering candlelight. "Come and show me what you want."
In a snap, I understood.
She'd guide me through the scene when I needed it.
I stalked toward her, channeling the sex kitten from the mirror, and leaned over the chair, shoving my bra-clad breasts in her face. I snaked my hands around her head, pulling her mouth from one nipple to the other as she licked and suckled through the mesh, teasing me until the cups were damp.
A moan wrung from my lips as she nipped at me. Just the edge of teeth through the fabric was white-hot, and a sharp crack of pleasure whipped through my body. As I stood over her, letting her mouth rove over my sensitive skin, I felt powerful. She wasn't just giving me pleasure—I was taking it.
It got to be too much. I longed for her hands on me, and drew back, panting heavily. Maybe the cool air would help me get control of myself.
"I can see everything in those panties." Her gaze was fixed at the seam of my legs. "I see how wet that pretty pussy is."
An unstoppable groan burst from my lungs. Her dirty mouth did things to me. There was no defense against it.
"Do you need my mouth there, Jennie?"
I gulped and nodded. Everything was spiraling out of control. She wasn't moving an inch but flexed her power over me all the same.
"Take those panties off," she ordered.
My body moved on its own, no approval from my mind. I slipped my fingers beneath the band of fabric covering my hips and began to drag the panties down.
Her voice was firm, but not harsh. "Slow."
I complied, keeping my hooded gaze locked on her as I bent at the waist, pushed the underwear to my ankles, and stepped out of it. Although I wasn't cold, goosebumps blossomed on my skin. Power stirred between us, swirling like the eye of a hurricane.
Lisa's tongue darted out to wet her lips as she stared at my naked flesh, eyeing me like the perfect cut of meat. Anyone else, it might have felt lewd, but not her. Her unadulterated desire was a powerful aphrodisiac.
Since I understood the game now, I went in for the kill. I closed the space between us, threaded a hand through her thick hair, and lifted my leg, pulling her lips to where my body was hot and slick. Her eyes went wide and then closed, happy to fulfill my request.
I hooked one leg over her shoulder.
My knee threatened to buckle at the first swipe of her tongue, and the grunt she gave was erotic. I held my tenuous balance as she stroked and massaged my clit with her velvet tongue, giving me the most intimate of kisses. The scene played out before me. Her head was right beside the black band at the top of my thigh-high stocking, her mouth moving over my bare, pink skin.
I don't know how long I stayed like that, rocking against her face while she fucked me with her tongue, only that it was impossible to hold the position for long. My supporting foot ached in the shoe and wobbled in the stiletto. I dropped down, sliding until I was seated in her lap, and crushed my mouth to her, wet with the taste of me.
"Dr. Manoban," I murmured between kisses, trailing more along her strong jaw, and buried my mouth into the side of her neck. "I want you." I said it the exact same way I'd have told her I needed her, but I was desperate to be a good girl and play my role of seductress.
"Take off your bra," she said between two labored breaths. "Slow. Like I'd do it."
I lengthened my spine, sitting upright on her, and twisted my hands behind my back, searching for the clasp. As I undid the two hooks, she watched me with a heavy stare. She was so close, her warm, hard breath washed over my skin, teasing. Was this the only touch I was going to get from her tonight?
The bra slid away from my body, releasing my breasts, and I dropped it delicately on the floor. It cost more than my last paycheck, after all. Lisa tipped her forehead toward me, letting it rest against my collarbone, and I arched instinctively into her.
She sighed, and the beautiful sound reverberated through my core. "Fuck," she said, long and low.
Between my parted legs, I felt the swell of her hardening dick, and I swiveled on her, grinding against what I wanted inside me. The chair beneath us creaked, but not from my movement—it was her tight grip on the wood.
I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face. "You want to touch me?"
"I shouldn't."
I got the impression her strained tone wasn't acting. She wanted to stay in her role, but her own rule was hard for her to follow.
"Please?" I whisper-moaned, shifting on her again.
She groaned, and then her body solidified. "No. On your knees."
I exhaled loudly, punched with a new wave of lust. Her order injected me with desire. I slid down out of her lap like she'd poured me off her and buried my knees into the plush rug. I stroked my hands over the smooth wool covering her thighs spread on either side of my shoulders and blinked my sultry eyes up at her.
Lisa's expression was turmoil. She was fighting a battle between breaking her rule and staying in the scene, and at that moment, I didn't care which she chose. There was no wrong answer. Not as long as we were together.
Her posture stiffened, and she settled back into her role. "Undo my pants. Let's see how well you can say please again with me in your mouth."
I clasped the end of her belt and worked it free from the buckle, then focused my hurried, graceless fingers on the hook and zipper of her fly. Her legs corded with tension as I tugged on the pants and underwear, her shifting just enough for me to work the clothes over her knees and down to her ankles, my kneeling legs tucked beneath.
Her jaw set when my hands found her, hard and ready. I licked my parched lips, preparing to take her in my mouth, and as I slid down around her cock, her eyes closed, her head tipping back toward the ceiling.
Who knew there was so much pleasure in doing this? It had never been a chore, but before Lisa, I'd rarely enjoyed going down on a guy. As her deep sighs and satisfied moans filled the room, it stoked the fire burning inside me, hotter each second. I tightened my legs, squeezing and clenching my muscles internally that gave me a hit of self-pleasure.
Her hips flexed, pumping ever so subtly up into my greedy mouth, when I clasped a hand at the base of her. I worked my hand in time with my mouth, sliding over the slick, saliva-coated column of flesh that was hard and etched with a vein.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Please," I mumbled, my mouth full of her. The word was garbled, but my eager tone had to make it sound like confirmation.
"There's a condom in my pants pocket."
I fished inside the left one, came up empty, then found the coin-shaped packet in her right. When I held it up to her—
"Open it. Put it on me."
I'd never done that before, but I trusted her to tell me if I screwed it up. I tore the corner of the foil open with trembling hands, pulled the condom out, and set off to accomplish my task.
A quiet hiss, full of enjoyment, came from her as I rolled the latex down. When it was done, I sat back on my heels, my hands resting on the garter straps on my thighs, and waited impatiently for my next set of instructions. She stroked herself, one quick pass to ensure she was covered, and her hand pushing down the condom was strangely mesmerizing.
Lisa's expression was a bunch of emotions at once. Longing. Desire. Domination. But her tone was absolute. "Come here."