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“When we get back, I’m moving in,” James smiled. But I didn’t think he was joking.
I swallowed. “Okay.”
James’s smile widened, and his fingers found the zipper at the back of my dress. “I’ll have Giana dry clean this.”
“Oh. Dahlia’s barf seems pretty small in the grand scheme of things right now,” I admitted.
My dress fell to the floor, and James kissed my shoulder. “Still, it’s a beautiful dress. It’d be a shame to see it ruined.”
I blushed. “I have a confession.”
James had started a slow exploration of my collarbone. “Oh?”
“I thought you were interested in Sofia,” I said. “I was actually going to give you hell for it. But that seems… small now, too.”
James held me close and rubbed the nape of my neck. “Then I have a confession. I was… happy… you were jealous.”
“Happy?!” I protested.
With a small smile, James kissed the tip of my nose. “Let me finish.”
“You’ll be very lucky if you get to do that tonight,” I groused.
That got a short, stressed-out laugh from him. “I know it’s not exactly a good look on me, but I’ve been… anxious about our relationship. I thought if you were at least jealous, well, that was something.”
“Buttering me up when you knew full well I was silently suffering is not going to get you anywhere, mister,” I admonished him.
James pouted. “I can’t even order you?”
“Ha! Order me? Not likely.” I pushed off his chest and did a sexy sashay over to the bed, dropping my bra and hose as I did so. I sat down and slipped off my shoes and panties.
James frowned slightly. “Getting mixed signals here…”
“Good. Now you know how it feels,” I said.
“What if I say ‘please’?” James asked, walking over between my legs. He tangled his fingers in my hair.
I pretended to give it some thought. “Hmm. Maybe.”
James groaned as I cupped him through his pants. “F*ck, tell me this is more than a ‘maybe.’ I’m going to lose it, Becca.”
“You’re the one who’s wearing too many clothes,” I replied, my voice like a whip crack.
James’s eyebrows shot up, and a slow smile spread across his face. “Well, so the student becomes the master.”
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I replied archly.
“Yes, ma’am.” James toed off his shoes, then shrugged out of his shirt and trousers.
When he reached for the waistband of his silk boxers, I grabbed his wrist and shook my head. “I don’t know if you’ve been a good enough boy for that.”
James gave me his best, most contrite puppy-dog look. “Please? I promise I’m a good boy.”
I pretended to think about it for a second. I was already high on my little power trip. Was this how James felt when he ordered me around? If so, we had to do this role reversal thing more often.
Grinning, I leaned in and gripped the waistband of his boxers with my teeth.
“Holy merciful f*ck,” James groaned as I peeled his boxers down with my teeth, just enough for his massive erection to spring free and slap me in the face.
I released his boxers and curled my hand around his base, giving his shaft a good, strong stroke. “Somebody’s excited,” I smiled as I watched him leak prec*m.
“It would be impossible not to be,” James panted as I gently squeezed and played with his balls. “F*ck me, Becca, if you don’t suck me right now…”
“Are you trying to give me orders now?” I barked, frowning up at him.
James’s jaw clenched a moment. He was trying to hold himself back, I could tell. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Good. Because I thought I heard an order in there,” I said, returning to my ministrations.
I popped one of his balls in my mouth, then the other.
James’s fingers tangled in my hair. “F*ck…”
“If you’re a very good boy, we just might,” I teased him, prying my lips away for a second.
“F*ck…” James said again in frustration.
I giggled and stood up, letting my breasts trail up his body and his c*ck trail down mine.
“Minx.” James’s voice was strangled.
“You have no idea,” I replied. I turned James around and pushed him back on the bed. Then I knelt between his legs and began sucking his c*ck.
James panted, his hand fisting in my hair once more. I assumed he was trying very hard to be a “good boy,” however, because he did not force himself down my throat.
His reward was for me to bring him right to the edge, then stop, then do it again. I brought him to just before orgasm four times before James broke down and finally started to beg.
“Becca, have mercy…”
I let go of his d*ck with a little pop, grinning wickedly at him. “What do good boys say?”
“Please…” James groaned.
“Please what?” I grinned.
“Please f*ck me, Becca.”
High on power and lust, I straddled James and lowered myself down onto his c*ck.
James moaned and reached out to grip my hips.
I gave his hand a little smack. “I’m deciding the pace today.”
Trembling with need, James could only nod. He began to play with my breasts instead.