Page 58 of Handle Me

“You’ve got me. Now, what are you going to do to me?” she asked.

“It’s not what I’m going to do to you.” I chuckled darkly, enjoying the way she shivered at the sound. “It’s where I’m going to start. But are you sure you’re ready?”

She wriggled on the marble counter, her fingers curling around its edge for balance. After a second, she nodded.

“Good.” I chewed on my lower lip, tilting my head to try to get a glimpse up her skirt. “Spread your legs, boss.”

Lola hesitated as if she was staring at a charging bull and trying to decide if she should wave red or white. Then she complied. Her skirt popped past her hips into a bunch at her waist as she opened her thighs. A triangle of sheer black mesh covered her pussy—covered in the loosest sense of the term.

“Very nice,” I said softly. “Although, I don’t know why you bother with knickers at all if they don’t cover anything.” I stepped closer and ran my palm across the top of her thigh. “Or is it so you don’t drip everywhere when you see me?”

Her eyes snapped open, her mouth twisting indignantly. I placed a finger over her lips before she could protest.

“This might as well be naked.” I slid my free hand higher and dipped a thumb over the damp fabric. “So, rule number 5 is in effect. Is that a problem?”

Annoyance flashed over her, but she remained silent.

“Good. Because there’s nothing wrong with telling me I’m right.” I brushed the finger over her lips. “Let me be clear. I want you to be wet when you see me. I want to know that your body wants my cock the second you see me. Do you know why?”

She shook her head.

I leaned in and kissed her earlobe. “Because,” I whispered, “I’m hard every second I’m with you.” I heard her swallow, which sent thoughts of her mouth in a stream to my dick. I reached down to adjust it. I was beginning to run out of room in my pants. “Feel it.”

She released the edge of the counter and ran her palm over the front of my jeans. A low moan spilled from her.

“That’s for you,” I told her. “Every inch of it, and it’s been that hard since I saw you at the club. Now, tell me why you need to wear these.”

“Because I’m wet,” she whispered shyly.

Fuck. Lola was gorgeous when she was bossing me around. She was a fucking goddess when she was vulnerable. My dick twitched under her hand, and she gasped with surprised delight. It was everything I could do to not take her on the spot.

“Why are you wet?” I asked her in a firm tone. She was used to being in charge. That was going to be hard for her to give up. Not that I wouldn’t occasionally enjoy letting her take control and ride me. But under her polished, commanding presence, I glimpsed the woman she kept hidden from the world.

It was the woman who pleased her family to feel needed. The woman who made herself indispensable so she wouldn’t be left out. The woman underneath the armor she always wore.

That was the woman I wanted to touch—the woman I wanted to free.

This wasn’t just about fucking her. I wanted to strip away that heavy armor until it was only her and me. I wanted to dismantle her fortifications piece by piece with my hands.

“Because I want you,” she admitted finally.

“No.” I shook my head. “You’re wet because you know it pleases me. It pleases me to know that you’re ready for my cock. Because it means you trust me to give you what you need. Do you trust me?”

She nodded slowly.

“This is important.” I took her chin between my fingers and forced her to look me in the eyes. “Do you know why I need control?” She shook her head slightly, not breaking eye contact. “Because I won’t settle for stealing a minute of pleasure from you. From the moment I touch you, there is nothing else. No more rules. No more worrying. No more responsibilities or obligations, or reputations. There is only you and me. I can give you that, but you have to trust me.”

“I trust you,” she murmured.

“Have you ever used a safe word?” I asked her seriously.

She inhaled sharply. “I don’t really know…”

“There are layers to trust and layers to pleasure. I want to peel back every one of your layers, but I need to trust you first.”

“What does that have to do with…a safe word?” She blushed a little as she said it.

“I need to trust that you’ll always tell me to stop if it’s too much. I can’t take you the way I want until I know you can do that.”