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Before Rukem walked out, he was faced with a final conundrum. How did one dress for his part? That would seem to fall in his personal preference court, making it easy to decide. Then he considered her. What did she need? If he was this out of sorts, then surely she was. He compromised, wearing only his black lounge pants with nothing beneath them. She liked his tattoos and leaving them on display seemed fitting.
Rukem exited the hallway and looked around for Darby. He checked the kitchen then spotted a paper on the island, his pulse beating with instant dread.
I went take a shower, I hope you don’t mind. And to get clothes until you move my things to your place.
He found his phone and texted her.Where are you?He deleted the text.I’m done. And waiting.He hit send, realizing being bossy was going to be fun with her. He let himself entertain boss/employee scenarios where he took advantage of his superior position. Fuck, he was going to have so much fun with her. The first thing he needed to do was give her an orgasm. He had all the book knowledge but only knew which buttons did what, he had no clue how toworkthe buttons. But he was eager to make her teach him. His brain exploded with more ideas ofmakingher talk to him and give him exact instructions. Even in his ignorance he’d find a way to burn them both alive.
The doorbell rang and he hurried across the room and opened it to Darby dressed in pajamas and a robe, hurrying past him with her head down. He shut the door and turned to find her sitting on the couch much the same way with her arms crossed.
He made his way over, watching her averted face, her vulnerability speaking directly to the dominance she wanted from him. He sat next to her and carefully took one of her hands in his and she kept it balled in a fist. “Are you afraid of me?” he asked, knowing she wasn’t but needing to discuss her current condition.
“No,” she whispered. “Just…so nervous.”
“About what?” he asked, angling his gaze at her profile.
“Everything. I’m scared.”
“You have nothing to fear,” he assured, bringing her hand to his mouth and sliding the back of it along his lips. “I want to change my plans,” he said, getting her gaze closer in his direction. He considered how to word it, remembering his job description. “We’re not pleasuring me first. I’m pleasuring you first. And you’re going to tell me exactly how to do that.”
She closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling faster. She gave a small nod, and his cock jerked.
“If you want me to stop anything, you just have to say it and I will. You understand?” he asked softly, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.
Again, she gave a small nod. Her fear was a fucking dessert, he realized. He liked Darby strong and confident, but helovedDarby trembling while under his control.
“Get naked,” he commanded softly. “And sit right here on this couch.”
He sat back and she glanced at his lap. “Now?”
“Yes,” he said. “Right now.” The bossy addendum made his cock burn as he watched her slowly stand. With her back to him, she undid her robe.
“Face me,” he ordered, keeping his voice even.
She slowly did, removing her robe and letting it fall to the floor. She wore a pajama top with buttons and began undoing them from the bottom.
“Look at me while you’re getting naked,” he dared, exercising his dominance and seeing how it affected her. She did as told, and he wondered, “How am I doing?”
She gave a nod. “Good.”
He quirked his brow. “Just good?”
She wet her lips. “Very good,” she corrected, his gaze moving to her fingers.
“Are you going slow to tease me?” he asked, moving his gaze to hers. “I don’t like being teased. Unless I order you to.”
She closed her eyes, going faster.
“Look at me,” he reminded. “And tell me how much pleasure this is giving you.”
He stared at her fingers on the button next to her breasts. “So much,” she gasped, putting a huge spike in his lust.
“Show me your perfect tits.”
She opened the top and he had to grab his dick at the amount of heat that hammered his balls. “You…arefuckingbeautiful,” he swore. “Take everything off. And donotgo slow.”
Rukem was suddenly staring at a perfect dark triangle, his appetite shifting from hungry to feral. “You’re not sitting.”
She turned and sat and he put one arm above the couch, facing her. “Open your legs,” he softly ordered, staring between them as they slowly opened.
