After she removed her panties, he placed his hand onto her thighs, softly moving them up and down, each time coming a little closer to her deliciously shaved lips. But he was careful not to go too close. He would just barely graze her, and then purposely pull back. He could see her chest rising and falling, each breath sharper than the first. He could tell she was ready to scream in anticipation, that she was waiting for him to sink his fingers into her sopping, wet pussy. She wanted to him to rub her clit, to bring his mouth to her aching lips. But he did not. After teasing her for a little longer, he ordered her to sit back up.
"I want to you to take off my shirt," he said. Fabianna looked up at him, and went ahead and started to unbutton his shirt. She then reached up and removed it all together. She saw he was in better shape than she originally thought. And Aaron thinking the whole time, Thank you Bowflex Fabianna leaned forward to place her lips onto one of his nipples, but Aaron held her back. Shaking his head, "Uh-uh. Only what I tell you to do." She was taken aback, but simply looked into his eyes and just sat back. Aaron was thrilled. He'd never felt this kind of excitement before in his life. He felt like he could do anything.
"Now take off my jeans." Fabianna reached down and slowly unbuttoned his jeans, five buttons in all. Then Aaron stepped back. "Take them off." Fabianna got up from the bed, dropped to her knees and finished pulling his pants off. She had to actually physically lift his legs up and out of the pants. But when she managed to untangle his legs, she looked up to see his erection poking out of his boxers (yeah, I know, who the hell still wears boxers?? ), Aaron's hand rubbing it slowly.
Fabianna thought this was the cue for her to take them off and started pleasuring him. But when she reached up and placed her fingers under the elastic waist, Aaron stopped her with a sharp, "What do you think you're doing?"
She looked at him and was about to stammer something, but he just looked at her and said, "You brought me here because you wanted to be with someone shy and easy to work with, someone you can mold. However, in doing so, you've awakened something no one else has been able to so much as stir. And for the rest of the evening, this is how it's going to be. You don't say a thing, unless I specifically ask you. I give you an order, you do it. If you don't, you will be punished. Do you want to continue?"
For a second, she hadn't realized that he was actually asking her a question. She looked him over, mulled over every other relationship she had ever had, and nodded her head 'yes'.
"Good," he said. "Now give me that strip, the red one." He pointed to one of the eight strips of silk that he had lain of the edge of the bed. Fabianna turned her head, reached over, and passed him the red strip.
