Ribbons Not Included by Demi Alex Page B

the seasonings I enjoyed most in adding some spice to our sex life. I never thought we needed spicing up, but it wasn’t a bad idea. His authoritative and commanding demeanor was hot. Feeling the wetness spread between my thighs, I lowered my gaze.
    “What would you like me to do?” I asked.
    “To do, what?” Christian shook his head in disapproval, moving the bustier and arranging my breasts so that they sat on the shelf of the tight garment. Lowering his head, his breath fanned over my nipples. “I’m waiting.”
    “What would you like me to do?”
    He captured my chin and tilted my head up, immobilizing me with a very intimidating gaze. “Finish the question with the proper address, or I’m watching the rest of the game and you can do with the D batteries I picked up this afternoon.”
    “You’re cruel.”
    “Excuse me?” he said, straightening and pulling away.
    No. He couldn’t mean it. He wouldn’t leave me like this. He couldn’t. Not only was I ready and extremely needy, I was fertile. A vibrator was totally inadequate.
    “If you regret your carelessness, I am known to be kind and forgiving to newbie subjects. I’ll give you one more chance to make things right.” He was taking this role-playing real serious. I inhaled deep then gave him what he wanted.
    “What would you like me to do, master ?”
    He nodded and sat back. “Place your feet on my shoulders.”
    I did, showcasing my pussy for his inspection, but letting my knees drop towards the center and feigning modesty. Coolness swept across the heat as he blew his breath on me. His hands cupped my heavy breasts and his thumbs feathered my nipples as he dipped his head and his tongue slipped between my folds.
    “You’d best not be teasing me and hiding your pleasure button from me. I don’t like that,” he said, waiting for me to open wider.
    Inching my butt back, I moved my legs and exposed my swollen clit. But that wasn’t enough for him. Pushing between my thighs, he swung my legs over his shoulders, hitching my knees so that my heels were against his back, and spread my thighs farther.
    “Better,” he acknowledged, suckling my nub and scraping his teeth over the sensitive edges.
    Heaven.
    His mouth, pure perfection.
    It wasn’t long before, I wanted to come. I needed to come. Every inch of me burned with desire and ached for release. The man drove me mad. But he stopped as my body tensed and my breath grew erratic.
    “You are allowed one wish. What would you like?” Christian demanded, playing his master part to a tee. “Be specific, for I will not waste time to decipher code.”
    “I want to come.”
    He raised a brow. Not specific enough, I guess.
    “I want you to fuck me.”
    He waited.
    “I want your cock to fill me. I want to shout your name, master, as you make my world spin and my body fly.”
    “Done,” he replied, lowering my legs from his shoulders and rising on his knees.
    With no effort, he lifted me off the table and placed me on all fours beside him. Then he turned and plunged deep inside me, holding my hips and pumping his cock into me as hard as humanly possible while his balls slammed against my clit.
    He hadn’t bothered to remove my lingerie, he hadn’t bothered with sweet talk or whispering in my ear, he took what he wanted and what I’d offered. Wild and furious, he kept me from sliding away from his impact by pulling my hips back after each thrust. It was primal, raw, and so damn arousing that I did want to shout.
    Christian was usually gentle and slow, waiting for my buildup and release before he took his pleasure. I typically climaxed two or three times before he groaned out his finale, but this time was different. He set the pace, demanded I keep up, and drove me fucking insane.
    “I’m going to come,” I cried.
    “Not till I give you permission,” he warned, dropping over my body and wrapping one arm around me to play with my nipples.
    He had a good eight inches on my frame, so it wasn’t