I haven’t written a SoTW since July 22! Oh no! But I got a little Robin Thicke here and he knows what to do with a good girl. 😉
“Be a good girl and let me lead.”
She let his hands settle low on her hips, pulling her flush against him. The easy way he moved them around the floor was seductive, his heady scent, the way his hands teased along her body were all meant to lull her.
The ballroom was full of her coworkers, people she’d known for years. Anxiety stiffened her body, sending her eyes darting around the room the longer they danced. Revealing that devious part of herself to people who she knew wouldn’t understand scared the shit out of her.
The tension seemed to hold her hostage. What did he have planned for her tonight? Would he demand she suck his cock within sight of the dance floor? Or would it be something more lewd? Her mouth pressed to the cunt of her blonde secretary…
Lust and fear warred inside her at the possibility.
“Don’t think so hard, just feel.” He tweaked her nipple hard through the fabric of her dress and pleasure hit her square in the gut. It seemed to throb in time to the music, that steady pulse between her thighs.
She lifted her eyes to his. “I’m not sure I can—”
He silenced her with a kiss that stole her breath, melted her defenses, and brought her back to herself. This wasn’t a show of power with him, but a reminder of her pledge to trust him. He possessed every part of her and that was exactly what she wanted.
The hand at her waist slipped around to cup her pussy, reinforcing his claim over her even in the midst of her vanilla world. She let the last of her anxiety slip away as his heel pressed against her clit.
“Okay.” She filled that one word with everything she felt for him.
The smile on his face warmed her to her core, but it was his words that filled her with liquid desire as he whispered them in her ear.
“That’s my good girl.”