Each patch of exposed skin had some thought behind it. Each one was somewhere that didn’t

Each patch of exposed skin had some thought behind it. Each one was somewhere that didn’t thrill him quite as much as the others, an outfit to tease. An attitude to infuriate. When she stepped out from behind the door, his eyebrow winched up a few degrees, and she couldn’t help but smile and tilt her head down, eyes up. From behind thick lashes she tried to look at innocent as possible. “You’ve covered your stomach.” He murmured, his voice distracted. A thinking voice. “And your calves.” She giggled, shrugging before she did a little spin for him. The eyebrow raised a little more. “Most of your arse, too.” He narrowed his eyes, and stood. His height always intimidated her, but when she knew she’d deliberately frustrated him it seemed terrifying. She shrank a little, lost inside her shoulders.  “What are you trying to do, you cheeky little fuck?” She bit her lip, keeping quiet, knowing that any word of hers can and would be used against her. A hand came up, tapping a nail against her lip. He grabbed her wrist, lifting it up so he could get a good look at her. The skin was coming out in a thousand tiny bumps, electric thrills made flesh. She could feel it in her core; he was going to take her. It was the kind of truth that, once arrived, didn’t get going in any sort of hurry. It just grew and grew until it was the only truth. Inevitable, powerful, all-consuming. It happened quickly. First he slid his hand around her other wrist, grabbing both in a single pal, before the other arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the floor with a thrilling ease. He took her to the chair, laid her over his lap and set to work. He stripped her with a workmanlike ease, clothes not five minutes worn falling to the floor like confetti, although she wouldn’t call it a celebration. Not out loud, at least. Once the shorts were off, the stockings on the floor and the bra a useless piece of fabric pressed between her chest and his legs, he brought his hand down against her, smarting on her plump cheek. She gasped, grinned, and wriggled. Silently asking for more. -- source link

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