She reached for her bottle of water and took several long swallows. I watched her throat work and knew where we were headed next. When she was

ready.

I didn’t just want her on her knees to suck me off and leave, as she’d said, but the image of her in that position did make me throb, and I wanted it.

I’d let her rest, then I'd work her up to it.

I watched her for a while, until her chest was calm and her eyes opened. I sat on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for her to be aware once again. When it was clear she’d calmed from her exertions, I moved down to place a hand to each side of her head. Her arms came up to wrap around my neck, the silk a soft tickle against my ear, and she held me close as our bodies melted together. Her warm softness blended with mine everywhere our bodies touched, and I felt a burning need throb through my cock. She opened her mouth to ask for more, to say she was tired? I didn’t know because I bent down to lick at her lips before I kissed her for a long moment. She nipped at mine in return and began to explore my mouth, confident in herself now, ready to explore me, to pleasure me. It was a relief when she smiled seductively at me. I allowed her the moment, the touches, then slid down beside her so she could explore more easily.

“Is it wrong to do this? Should I wait for you to order me to do something?”

Stephanie pulled away to ask.

“No, not at all,” I said lazily, and I looked at her with eyes that smoldered with desire. I’d given that look to more than one woman and watched her inhibitions melt, so I knew it worked.

“Thank you, sir.” She boldly bent to kiss my neck, and her lips slid along my shoulder, pushing black silk out of the way.

She undid the buttons slowly, her lips following along as she did so. She bared my chest, smooth and hard, with a few tattoos I no longer paid any attention to. One was a skull that I’d had done when I was a teenager and full of anger. Another, a slash down my right side, was a black panther stretched out along the slim expanse. Yet another, on my left pec, was a revolver, another stupid choice of a teenager. I’d have them covered when I could be bothered.

Stephanie didn’t linger over them. She wanted to feel the rest of me too much and continued to explore me with her hands. I hissed in a breath as her hands smoothed over my chest and down to the edge of my pajama bottoms.

“Slow down, Steph. Learn my body first.” I guided her hand up to my abdomen, where more hard lines met her fingertips. “We have a long night ahead of us; don’t get in too much of a rush.”

She looked as if she wanted to protest, so I moved. I straddled her to kiss her

again, my forearms on each side of her head so that my fingers could tease at her forehead. Her lips were used to mine now, and she welcomed my tongue by opening her mouth to my exploration. I took my time, but I reminded her of what I needed when I pressed my hips into her soft stomach.

Stephanie pushed into me and made a sound in the back of her throat. “Was

that a protest?”

“I want to feel you pressed into me,” she said without hesitation. My kitten was already turning into a she-lion.

I nudged her legs apart and gave her what she asked for. I could feel her wet heat through the thin material of the pants, and I sighed deeply as I kissed the spot beneath her ear. “You’re so hot, Stephanie. So wet for me.”

Her head moved, lost, until she found my neck and kissed it. I brought her hands up over her head and shortened her reach.

A sound of protest again, and I ran a finger down her neck, to the tight peak on her left breast. “Only for a little while, my darling. Then you can touch me again.” I knew her nightgown was bunched up at her hips, her panties still exposed but so wet from her excitement. I would look, but I was busy, my lips on hers.

She kissed me in a way that spoke of need now, not just curiosity. She knew for certain what she could attain and wanted it again. She lay exposed to me, but I didn’t look; I was too captivated with her mouth still.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked me when I pulled back to give her

room to breathe.

“You put it in the contract, Stephanie. I’m sorry, I can’t.” That contract meant very little legally, and we could break whatever rule we’d put in place, if we decided to do that together, but I wanted to tease her a little more.

“Oh.” It was a sad little ‘oh’, and I had to hide a smile.

Her desire was growing, I could feel it in the heat she encased me in between her thighs, and I’d barely even touched her. Memories must be flashing through her mind.

I felt her take a shaky breath as my lips explored her hairline, and she pulled her head away. I allowed her the insubordination when I felt her lips just below

my ear, and then her tongue darted out to taste my skin. She wanted to explore me again.

“Are you sure you can’t fuck me?” Her question came out soft, almost afraid.

Did she think her question would break the spell? Make me leave her? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t about to leave, not with my cock so hard for her.

“I can’t, Stephanie. Not now. You’ll have to make do with what’s in the contract.”

“Alright,” she said and sighed, her head back down on the pillow again.

“That was stupid of me. I didn’t realize how good you were. Roxie told me you had a reputation as someone hard to please, but who could get the job done. I didn’t know how right she was.”

“I’m not sure what the ladies around here might have to say, but I know what I like. And how to please a woman.” My fingers brushed down her neck then back up to tease her.

I decided then to give her another round of what she had been missing in her life. I could wait a little while longer. She was all but breathless as my lips danced slowly over her neck to a spot toward the back that I wanted to explore.

She held her breath as I kissed the spot until I nipped at it with my teeth and began to suck. The air exploded from her lungs, and her knees came up to clamp me between her thighs.

“Sir!” Her cry was a tease, a whisper that made me throb all over again. Yes, it said, I like that spot.

I sucked at it and ground into her heat, and I almost chuckled when I heard the silk rasp along the rails of the headboard. She wanted to move, but her body was hampered. It must have been hitting home that I could do anything I wanted to her now, that she’d beg me to do it, if only she knew exactly what it was she wanted.

I was a stranger to her, a man she’d met only hours before, but already I’d done far more than any other man had ever done. I’d shown her passion, the fulfillment of that passion, and how to want a man all over again when she thought she was done. I groaned with pleasure when she pushed herself into me, into the hardness of my cock, into the sucking of my lips on her neck, and into

the cup of my palm where one hand now cupped her breast. I tweaked her nipple, and she almost twitched away from me then. I pushed the top of her gown down, just enough to expose a pretty pink nipple, rosy with desire now that it was a tight bud. I scraped my tongue over it and drank in the sound of her groan with growing excitement.

“Sir, please. Don’t stop.” She wanted more, and I was more than willing to

give it to her.

Her skin was silky soft, scented gently with orange blossoms. She was pale, which told me she didn’t often go out in the sun. She wasn’t one for tanning beds, either, and I had to admit, that look had started to turn me off quite a few years ago. I breathed over the bud for a moment, scraped at it with my smooth chin, and finally, when her hips started to buck against mine, I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked at it with tight pressure. Her legs wrapped tightly around my hips, and I pushed myself down into her as a pang of pleasure tore through me.

She tasted so good, she felt so good, and for a moment my control slipped as I sucked at her nipple with glee. I felt her hands dance along my body, and I knew those touches were meant to urge me into action, into doing what she’d asked me not to do.

She pushed at the soft fabric of my pants, but I grabbed at her hand to make her stop. She gave a growl of frustration when I held her hand still and would not budge.

“You said you didn’t want me to fuck you, Steph. Stop it.” I was teasing us both now. I’d fuck her if I damned well felt like it, now that I knew she wanted it, but it was so fun to tell her no, to make her regret her own demands.

“But, Mr. Dark.” She breathed the words, and I could hear her desperation.

“No. You said no. You get this and nothing else.”

I pressed my fingers between us to the slip of her underwear and found her

clit quickly. “You can have my fingers on you, but not inside of you. You can even feel this.”