Everything in Ari told her to resist. She couldn’t allow herself to cave in so easily to Rafe, but wasn’t that the point? He had to exert his dominance. If she fought him, she’d only lose — and even worse, she’d end up aching.
With a steadying breath, she took a step toward him, and then another. Soon she stood only five feet from where Rafe was lounging on the couch, her nerves stretched thin as she waited for what was to come next.
“I want you to strip for me. Start with your skirt, then your top. Leave on your bra, panties and heels. I want to admire your body with only a few pieces of lace concealing your most feminine areas.”
Tremors shook Ari at the husky sound of his voice. An overwhelming shyness fell upon her as she gazed at him. The room was well lit, the curtains open. She couldn’t just strip down to nothing in full view. She was horrified at the thought.
“Ari, I don’t like repeating myself,” he said firmly.
With trembling fingers, Ari reached for the buttons on her skirt. It took a few fumbling tries, but she managed to get the small pearl circles through the holes and loosen the top of the dark blue garment. With no flourish, she released the loose material and it floated down her body to land at her feet. She kicked it away, then reached for the top button on her blouse.
The darkening of Rafe’s eyes as she undid that button and the next gave her the confidence to continue. He shifted on the couch as his desire escalated visibly and violently and his body hardened. Her small striptease was turning him on, and that knowledge sent heat flooding to her core.
She shouldn’t want to please him, but the look of admiration in his eyes was a huge stroke to her ego. He desired her — wanted her — thought her body was something special.
As the trembling in her fingers ceased, Ari dealt with the rest of the row of buttons and parted her blouse, then shrugged her shoulders, letting the light material fall first down one arm, then the other. With a slight tug, she pulled the shirt free and tossed it over her skirt.
Unsure of what she was supposed to do next, Ari waited for Rafe’s instructions. As his eyes moved down her body, resting upon her br**sts, stomach and thighs, heat continued to build. She felt her ni**les harden, the sensitive peaks begging to be touched. Her panties became damp, her core readying itself for his large arousal to fill her once again.
“Very good, Ari. You are flawless in every single respect. The swell of your br**sts, the womanly curve of your hips, the roundness of your sweet ass are all perfect. I could take you over and over again and still not get enough.”
His words should have offended her, but they were melting her from the inside out. She’d never imagined that someone could so completely desire her, and yet here Rafe was staring at her as if she were the most delectable dish known to man.
“Take off the bra,” he said, his voice low and urgent.
Reaching for the clasp in the front, Ari slowly unclipped it, then felt a rush of relief as the bra parted and she felt the straps loosen on her shoulders. Holding the material to her chest with one hand, she reached up and slid one strap down before switching hands and taking down the other side. Never before had the mundane task of unhooking her bra become such an erotic sensation as it was while she was displaying her na**d charms to Rafe. When the soft material fell from her body, she was left there shaking as she stood before him in nothing but a small piece of black lace and three-inch black heels.
Though the look in his eyes made her feel sexy, she still had to fight the impulse to lift her arms and cover herself. The longer he gazed at her in silence, the more self-conscious she became. She didn’t know how much longer she could just stand there.
“Raise your hands and cup your br**sts — feeling their weight.”
“What?” She couldn’t do that!
“Now, Ari! Don’t question me. Hesitation is a prequel to punishment. I find satisfaction in watching your hands slide over the mounds of your br**sts. I want to see you pinch your ni**les between your fingers. Do this while slowly walking toward me. Keep your hands in place while you climb onto my lap and straddle me.”
Ari was frozen, her hands stiff at her sides, as she waited for him to tell her he was just kidding. Yet he didn’t break the stare as he waited for her to fulfill his command.
With her stomach on fire, Ari timidly lifted her hands, her fingers grazing her quivering belly as they crept upward. When she reached the underside of her br**sts, she paused. This was wrong — so wrong. She wasn’t supposed to try to pleasure herself.
As her hands started moving up and over the curve of her br**sts, his eyes lit, fire practically leaping from their deep purple depths. The look of unadulterated lust in his expression gave her the courage to continue, to reach down and find her inner harlot — something she’d read that all women had buried deep inside, though it took a certain man to bring it out. Rafe was exactly that kind of man. To discover this of herself brought such sexual confidence, she almost didn’t recognize who had taken over her body.
She covered her br**sts, lifting and squeezing as he’d demanded. Her head tilted back as her palms brushed her sensitive mounds and caused the ache in her core to pulse. A moan escaped her tight throat as desire flooded her body.
Moving her fingers, Ari circled her dusky pink ni**les and pinched, sending more heat through her body as she opened her eyes and moved forward. Oh, this felt good. As much as she wanted his hands on her, the feeling of touching herself while he watched was unbelievably pleasurable.
She gently squeezed her br**sts and pressed them together as she reached him, her legs bumping his knees. His eyes were dilated and almost black as desire clouded his vision. Without any more hesitation, Ari scooted forward, straddling his lap as she sat down and continued to massage her aching br**sts.
“Now, move one hand down and touch your heat. Lean back and rub your very core. I want to look in your eyes as the pressure builds inside you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Ari didn’t hesitate this time. His hands gripped her back as she leaned into the strength of his arms while she moved her hand down her stomach and inside the lace of her thong. Wetness flooded the area, making it easy for her finger to circle the aching bud where so many nerve endings converged. She rubbed the spot, her pleasure quickly rising, and her h*ps surged forward, seeking Rafe.
Just as she felt herself nearing orgasm, Rafe gripped her hand and pulled it away. She groaned in frustration — she was so close.
“Very good, Ari. You are supremely sensual. There are many desires in you just waiting to be set free,” Rafe said in praise before taking her finger inside his mouth and sucking on it. Ari’s h*ps ground against his hardened arousal, needing this game to stop and for him to satisfy what felt like an unquenchable thirst.