"Trust me."
Mimi gripped her dress with one hand and held on to his wrist, where he gripped her neck. He eased his fingers under her panties. She was wet silk. As he stroked across her sex, she swayed. He brought his focus to her clit, touching her until she was gasping and rocking into his touch. "Open your eyes. Have you ever seen yourself come? You are such a beautiful thing." Lips parted, she looked at him reflected in the mirror.
"Good girl," Adam encouraged her. He tightened his grip on her throat, not enough to hurt her, but enough to keep her aware of his hold on her. When she started to tremble, he felt a hot rush of satisfaction. Her body was so responsive and willing. Her nails bit into his wrist as she held onto him, leaning back more as her hips pushed forward into his touch. He could feel her heart thundering under his fingertips. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she pressed the back of her head against his shoulder.
He growled, "Mimi." She kept her eyes closed as she cried out, jerking hard in his arms, panting and twisting. He touched her until she was limp in his arms. When her trembling slowed, Adam brought his fingertips to her lips. "Taste."
She licked her taste from his sticky fingers and drew them into her mouth.
Just behind her ear, he said, "You didn't mind me."
She shuddered. "I couldn't look."
"Why?"
She trembled in his arms and looked up at him. "I don't know."
"Bend forward and step your feet apart."
Mimi paused, looking at him for a moment. He released her neck and pushed her forward. Bent over, hands open wide on the top of the dresser, she was a picture.
"Do you know what happens to naughty girls?"
She pressed her forehead to the polished surface of the dresser, nails dragging across the wood. "No, Sir."
He drew her dress up and tucked it into her corset, to keep the fabric out of the way. He leaned over her, letting her feel his weight. "They get spanked, and they get fucked."
She groaned. Her panties gave almost no resistance as he tore them at her hips, rending the silk so that the fabric floated to the floor, leaving her vulnerable and open. Adam eased back to look at her. Beautiful. He drew his knuckles up her thighs. Spreading his large hands on the pale round curve of her bottom, he loved having so much to grip. He scratched lightly, enjoying the way she was holding her breath.
When Adam lifted his hand and brought it down firmly, Mimi yelped, and then groaned into the wood, surprising him. The pleasing shape of his hand rose almost instantly on her pale skin. He struck the other side, and she jumped. He placed a heavy hand on her back over the corset's laces, holding her in place. Unable to resist, Adam pressed two fingers into her sex. Mimi groaned, and the sound reverberated through his body. His cock flexed. Adam wanted to fuck her badly. He drew his fingers from her body and the sweet creature arched her back as if asking for more. "Fuck," he said under his breath.
He unfastened his pants roughly, pushing them and his boxers down his thighs. Rigid and wanting, his cock sprang free. Adam slid the head of his dick against the slick center of her. She was hot as a furnace. He threw his head back as he sank into her. The heat and yielding were irresistible. Her cries, each time he thrust, were fuel to his engine.
When she came up on her tiptoes, he dug his fingers into her laces. Grip firm, Adam jerked her backward onto him, fucking her hard. When her thighs began to shake, he made himself pull out. The air was shockingly cold on his throbbing dick. His hand fell hard on the curves of her bottom, striking her with pleasure, driven by the sweetness of her cries and gasps.
Only when she was cherry red, as red as her new dress, did he press forward, throbbing and needing her. When Adam seated himself in her body, she howled, and a primal rush surged through him. He released her laces and gripped a handful of her beautiful red curls. The back of his fingers brushed against her scalp. There were going to be marks on her hips. He drew her head back, arching her body, and fucked into her. Each deep thrust made her cry out. Her whole body thrummed with vibration.
When she came, her voice rang through the house, crying out. The sound she made pulled him past his control. He came ball-achingly hard, emptying into her sweet body. Curved over her, he released her hair. Still, inside her, he flattened his hands on the top of the dresser, catching his breath. Only when he drew back from her did he think about the condom he should have used. What were the chances? Adam took a steadying breath. Mimi lay flat on the dresser, ribs moving like bellows.
Smiling at her flushed face visible in the mirror, he said, "You. Stay right there."
She nodded.
Adam came back with a warm, wet washcloth and sank to his knees behind the cupcake. With gentle sweeps, he cleaned her carefully until she trembled. He touched a cheek to the hot, tight skin of her bottom and his cock flexed. Somehow, this sumptuous creature had turned him into a teenager with hormones to match. He licked and bit the curve of her bottom.
The seam between her thigh and ass was a tender spot. Adam sat back on his heels and looked at her, displayed and reddened. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met." Mimi looked back at him wide-eyed. Mischief curled her pretty bow of a mouth. "Just from that perspective?"
He laughed and gripped her thighs as he leaned forward and bit the back of her leg just to hear her squeal. Gently, he stroked his fingertips across her sensitized ass. "I suppose another pair of panties are in order." He stood and bent over her. "Unless you would rather go commando?"
"No sir." She pressed her bottom back into him. "I don't want to ruin the dress you just got me."
Adam waited in the living room, giving her the time she needed to fix her wild hair and smeared lipstick. He was just pondering a whiskey when she stepped out into the hall and stole his breath. Her hair was piled high, tendrils falling around her neck and brushing her shoulders. The corset pushed her breasts up and gave her cleavage that would distract any straight man alive. Gods, she was made to be laced. The duress fit her perfectly, clinging to her thighs as she walked toward him. The lacy black heels she had chosen were the perfect choice, just wicked enough. There wouldn't be a man in the room tonight who could take his eyes off her. Most likely, quite a few of the women as well.
"Maybe we should just stay home," he teased.
She did a slow turn, displaying herself to him. "Whatever you wish."
"Dangerous words, Minx." He sighed. "You are too pretty not to display. Having a beauty like you on my arm will make even one of my family's events tolerable."
She ducked her head and ran her hands across her corset.
"Feel good."
She looked at him, "Yes." The single word filled the space between them with meaning.