"You cannot touch me."
His eyebrow raised up at my comment, lips curled in that sexy smirk as he sat quietly on the leather armchair waiting for me to continue.
"You have to stay perfectly still and let me do whatever I want to you. If I feel your hands on me at any time, this will stop. Got it?"
He slid further down on the chair, legs spread slightly as he raised his hand up a little. When I told him to wear something comfortable, I did not expect the black silk pajama bottoms he currently had on. Incredibly soft to the touch from the look of them as they sat dangerously low on his hips, showing off every delicious inch of tanned skin and those beautifully toned abs.
I sighed and cocked my head to the side. Why does he have to do this to me? "Yes?"
"Am I able to speak?"
The smirk on his face widened to a grin and the fleeting thought of leaving him with the biggest case of blue balls was becoming more and more prominent in my mind.
"You can speak," I said as calmly as I could. "But if it's excessive, I will stop."
He shrugged. "Fair enough."
"And why are you wearing those? I've never seen you wear them before."
"We are usually naked when we're here," He said as he crossed his leg and laughed when he saw my eyes roll. "Plus, just because you've never seen them, doesn't mean I didn't have them before. I haven't seen every item of clothing you own."
"So you just out of the blue decided to wear them? Right now? Well that doesn't sound suspicious at all."
"You can always admit defeat, sweetheart."
I sighed. Why do I have to be so damn competitive? "Fine, let's get this over with."
"Wow your ways of seduction are just top notch," He said as he laughed and threw his head back.
I whipped my head around and playfully glared at him. "Or we can just stop this right now and you can sleep on the couch."
Throwing up his hands in surrender, he chuckled low and the throaty sound he emitted went straight through my body as I continued walking over to the sound system. A sensual jazz number played through the large floor speakers when I hit the play button; the sax and guitar pairing perfectly together. I sauntered back over to him, my eyes never leaving his piercing sultry gaze. Crackling sounds could be heard from the roaring stone fireplace on the other side of the room. The heady blend of french vanilla and amber that flowed was courtesy of multiple white pillar candles placed strategically around the living room and the smell of the burning wood combined together into the perfect romantic and seductive atmosphere.
Black velvet caged heels clicked on the dark hardwood floor as I crossed the room and stood between his open legs, bending down to slowly trace my tongue over his full bottom lip. My lips met his in a soft yet passionate kiss, his hands lightly grasping the arms of the chair to make sure they didn't wander. I couldn't help but grin at that.
"You're complaining about what I'm wearing when you come in here wearing that?" He mumbled just as my lips left his and continued along his neck. "Don't you think it's a little unfair?"
I smiled to myself; happy I chose the lace one piece bodysuit that perfectly showed off my breasts and accentuated my curves. "Had to level the playing field somehow. You know full well what you do to me."
He groaned and his head fell back slightly when my tongue softly licked a particularly sensitive area of his neck. I moved my hands to slowly run over his chest, fingers teasing the already hardening nipples and eliciting a hiss from his mouth. I felt his breathing quicken as I both dragged my teeth lightly over his collarbone and dragged my nails down his quivering stomach.
My lips moved to the other side of his neck and nibbled right where his jaw meets his neck. "Does it feel good?" I whispered.
He nodded his head and moaned as he gripped the armrests even more when my hands traced the waistband of his bottoms. "Yes, sweetheart."
My body shivered and felt the wetness between my legs start to form at his strained answer. I slowly dropped to my knees and kissed my way down his stomach, looking up to see his eyes shut when I dragged my tongue along the ridges of his abs. His knuckles were white and the veins in his arms bulging from gripping the armrests so tight and I knew he was really struggling to keep from touching me. A part of me wanted to end his suffering and beg him to touch me. However, a larger part of me was loving the power I had over him at that moment and wanted to continue to see how far I could push him before he would take control of me.
A series of loud crackles could be heard from the fireplace just as I ran a white tipped nail over the very prominent bulge in his pajama bottoms, hearing the loud moan fall from his open mouth. He moved one of his hands off the armrest and I was somewhat disappointed when it was only to run it through his hair in frustration. "You're really trying to test my patience."
"Isn't there a saying that patience is a virtue," I chuckled and teased him some more by running my lips and tongue over the clothed bulge. "And all good things come to those who wait."
"You know there are a lot more useful things you could be doing with that mouth than spouting useless phrases right?"
"Hmm...I think that would count as an excessive use of your voice. According to the rules, If it continues I may have to stop."
He sighed heavily and dropped his arm back onto the armrest. "I could get used to this," I internally giggled.
