His hands are everywhere: in my hair, on my ass, cupping my face while he deepens our kiss. Alexander King definitely knows how to touch a woman and set her skin on fire. When his lips attack mine, I throw my hands in his hair to try to immerse myself in him. Alexander wraps his arms around me, tugging me closer while never breaking our kiss.
He grabs the material at the bottom of my tucked in blouse and pulls the fabric free of my pencil skirt. One by one, he pops the buttons open with his skilled hands and when he frees the last one, he slides the material off my shoulders, allowing his fingers to trace my bare skin before my shirt falls to the floor. The hem of my skirt creeps up my thighs as Alexander slides it to get better access.
He presses himself against me. The roughness of his trousers against me causes a tingle to erupt all over my body. My panties grow instantly wet as he presses against the sensitive flesh between my legs while unzipping my skirt, loosening it so it falls in a pool around my ankles.
I stand there in nothing but my red, satin lingerie and black Jimmy Choos before him. He steps back, appraising me from head to toe with hungry eyes. I should feel self-conscious about him staring at me like this, but I don’t. He makes me feel wanted and powerful by staring at me like I’m the most mouthwatering thing he’s ever seen.
Alexander licks his lips and then drags his teeth slowly over his bottom lip as he closes the distance between us.
His toned body presses into me, and he grips my hips, yanking my pelvis against his and allowing me to feel his erection through his slacks. “You are the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m going to enjoy this, and I promise you will too if you give yourself over to me completely.”
Before I can say anything else, he crushes his lips to mine, plunging his tongue inside my mouth, and making my knees go a little weak from the sheer intensity of it. An ache builds between my legs, and I realize that I’ve never been this turned on in my life. There’s no way I can put a stop to this now. I need him inside me too damn much.
My fingers snake into his hair, and I love the fact that he has just enough length for me to grab onto.
Strong hands slide down my ass and then cup the back side of my thighs. My legs wrap around his waist as he hoists me up with ease. He walks toward the table in the middle of the room and sets me down, pressing himself firmly between my legs.
I writhe against him and the soft material of his slacks allows his hard cock to rub against my most sensitive flesh. My entire body craves the relief only he can bring me. The smoothness of his well-manicured hands moving across my skin causes goosebumps to erupt over every inch of me. My breasts ache as he moves around to my back and unhooks my bra, freeing them for his pleasure. A warm trail of kisses leave fire in their wake as he works his way down my neck, nipping, teasing and promising passion as he moves past my collarbone. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and I suck a rush of air through my clenched teeth.
Alexander opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out as I watch him swirl it around the taut pink flesh. I wrap my legs around him tighter and work my pelvis up and down.
This man has me so ready.
“You want this as much as I do.” His hooded eyes flick up in my direction. “This is going to be fun.”
He bends down and reaches for something under the table. The rattle of chains startles me. I guess I hadn’t noticed them under there during the tour, but to be honest I was so uncomfortable standing in this room with Alexander that I didn’t pay much attention to the small details. Before I know what’s going on, he wraps a cuff around one of my wrists and then quickly follows with another shackle.
I furrow my brow. “What the . . . ?”
Alexander’s face lights up with a wicked grin. “It’s time to play.”
My eyes widen as he locks my other arm into place as well. “You’re tying me up?”
He nods and pushes me back with a firm hand, forcing me back on my elbows. “I want control.”
Alexander’s fingers find the wet spot on my underwear. “Mmmm. So wet. That’s fucking sexy. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to taste something so badly.”
“I . . .” My mouth hangs open, unable to complete a coherent thought as he grabs the silky material on my hips and rips it with ease before he tosses the scraps of satin that were once my panties to the floor.
I bite my lip as I sit on the table before him completely exposed for his viewing pleasure. His gray eyes slowly trail over every inch of me, taking his time to appreciate the view.
He pushes my knees apart again as he slides between them and then teases my top lip with his tongue. “Do you want me to touch you?”
His hand slithers up my thigh, and for the first time in my life, I’m at a loss for words. I squeeze my eyes shut, still fighting against giving him possession of me, as he wants. I’m all for having sex, but him taking complete control . . . well, that’s just not my style.
“Beg,” he commands. “Beg for it like a good girl, and maybe . . . just maybe, I’ll give you what you want.”
The man is infuriating. I’m finally giving in and allowing him to ravage my body and now he wants me to beg? Get fucking real.