Page 190 of Made Better Together

“Remember you can use your ‘yellow’ if we need to slow down too.”

I stay quiet.

“Hm. I’ll stop for now, but for my own reasons. Let’s get rid of this.”

He undoes the snap of my bra and slides the straps off my arms fully. The red fabric falls to the ground.

Again, I’m the object of his gaze, his hands off me, as he stares at my breasts like they’re a meal.

“Be my good girl, and those rosy buds are going to get more of my mouth, later.”

I want that. I fight a whimper. “Yes, Sir.”

His eyes then shift from my breasts to the zipper of my jeans. “I’m going to strip you, before we miss the ball drop.”

Who cares about the ball drop when we’re doing this, I wonder for a moment. But then I quiet my mind. Listen to Sir, I repeat.

“I know it’s hard after weeks apart. You’re being very patient. So compliant. Something special is coming if you keep being good.”

I settle again. “Thank you, Sir.”

His hands come to the button on the top of my jeans, grazing my stomach, his torso inches from my bare breasts. The contact, the proximity, has my skin prickling. I feel myself holding my breath, hoping for more.

Pop. The button undone. The zipper is next, as he slides it down. The feel of his hand bringing it lower, toward my core, adds to the building heat. He’s literally so close to me. Watching every move.

I wish he could keep his hand there, right there, and touch me.

He decides what we do, though. Let him lead you. Be good.

He tugs my jeans to the floor. “Take your feet out of the bottoms.”

I step free like he asks, and he pulls them off.

“I’m unwrapping you like a present tonight. The best gift I’ve ever received.”

Hmmm, I like that.

I stand up a little straighter, now only in my satin panties, which have a little red bow on the center of the top elastic.

He hums with pleasure from his crouching position. “You did promise me a bow.”

“Yes, Sir. I thought…thought you’d like it.”

“I do. Very much.” He runs his hand over it. “My perfect girl.”

He straightens, still fully clothed, and as he did earlier, brushes me with his fingertips, only this time right over the top of my slit.

“You’re wet for me, already.” His hand slides further between my legs. “Just wait until we play with your present.” He thumbs my clit over my panties, as punctuation to that promise. A spike of pleasure follows, and this time, I do whimper.

“Pl-please, Sir.”

“All in due time, Rosy. These are coming off now.” He takes both sides of the satin and strips me bare. Kneeling at the base of my legs, he peers up, right at my naked core. Exposed to his perusal.

The look in his eyes is so hungry, I almost melt with pride. It’s me he wants.

Without warning, he runs a finger along my now-bare seam, growling when I tilt my hips toward the contact. “Don’t move, Rosy.”

I pause, and he otherwise seems undeterred. “This pretty pussy is already glistening at the thought of her toy, I see.”