Mister O

It doesn’t take long for me to devise one. Call it an easy lesson plan. Call it my own selfish desire to watch Harper bare all. Giving her an assignment is the easiest thing in the world, because I want her so much.

“Strip for me.” Tossing my jacket on a chair, I park myself on the couch and lace my hands behind my head. “Do it nice and slow.”

She nods, reaching for her jacket. “Everything, Professor Hammer?”

I shake my head as I rake my eyes over her. “Take off the jacket, sweater, and skirt. Leave everything else on. That’s the lesson. How you can drive a man wild when you’re half-naked.”

“Do I drive you wild?” she asks, as she joins me in the living room and shimmies off the coat.

“So much,” I say, my voice husky and my eyes never straying from her as I nod to her skirt.

She unzips it. She takes her time, pushing down one side of the skirt, then the other. I groan as a hint of the soft flesh above her panties is exposed.

“More?” she asks seductively.

“Take it off, Harper,” I say, like a command. “Take off the fucking skirt so I can see you.”

“Since that’s what you want,” she says letting her voice trail off as she pushes the fabric past her thighs. She lets it fall to the floor and all the breath flees my body.

Her stockings are sheer black, and the garter belt hooks into them with little bows on the snaps. Her panties are black lace with a tiny pink butterfly pattern. I drag my hand over my face. I’m an inferno. No, wait. I’m lava. Molten. I take a huge breath and rasp out, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“You like?”

I swallow and nod, because I can’t speak. My throat is parched. I make a rolling gesture with my hand, indicating that it’s time for the top to get out of the way, too. She crosses her hands at the hem of her sweater and slowly, seductively, lifts her top, revealing a matching bra, the kind that pushes her tits high.

“I picked this out today. I went lingerie shopping for you,” she says, her soft voice wafting over me.

“You bought this for me?”

She nods. “I wanted something new to wear tonight. Something I thought you’d like,” she says, a sexy hopefulness in her voice. “Do you like the butterflies?”

Was this what she meant this morning by butterflies? Was it a hint about her lingerie? I have no idea, and at the moment, I don’t care. I walk over to her and kiss her hard, possessively, claiming her lush mouth with mine. My hand roams to her ass, and I squeeze.

She breaks the kiss with an excited oh.

“How should I fuck you for the first time?” I ask, letting the question linger in the air between us like smoke and heat.

She runs her nails down my shirt, working open the buttons. “How do you want to?”

I shake my head. “It’s not about how I want it. I want to give you all your fantasies. I’m almost tempted to check out your Tumblr feed right now, and see what you looked at this morning.”

Her fingers reach the final button. She opens my shirt and runs her hands over my chest. Her touch is electric. Her index finger traces Hobbes. As she pushes off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor, her hands roam across the swirls of ink on my arms, the stars and the abstract shapes and lines. Her eyes follow her touch, then she blinks up at me. “What do you think I looked at this morning?”

I tuck a finger under her chin. “One of your women bent over, ass in the air. That’s how you want it.”

Her eyes widen, and her lips part. She nods.

“That’s what I thought. And since I distinctly recall you telling me you wanted to be fucked on the counter, I’m going to grab a condom and when I return, I’d like to see you bent over and ready.”

She nibbles on the corner of her lips and says, “Yes.”

I head to the bedroom, grab a foil packet, remove my glasses, shoes and socks, and return to find Harper has done exactly as I asked. She looks like one of her fantasies, and mine, too. She’s all legs, and ass, and a gorgeous, flattened back. I close the distance, set the condom on the counter and take off my jeans. She looks back at me and watches the whole time.

When I push off my boxer briefs and my cock springs free, she licks her lips. “I want you,” she says in a whimper.

Those three words send a heated charge through me. I bring my hand to my dick and stroke it as she stares. My other hand curls over one round, perfect cheek. She gasps as I touch her. I raise my palm to swat her rear when I catch sight of something sticking out of her purse on the coffee table.

“Don’t move,” I say, and I walk away to grab a thin black stick from her purse. “I’m so fucking glad you carry that giant bag around with your magic stuff in it.”

“Are you going to spank me with my magic wand?” Her tone is laced with excitement.

“I absolutely am.”

“Because I’m going to retire that one from use after you do it.”

“You bet your sweet ass this little prop is reserved for our dirty tricks now,” I say, and I raise the black wand and tap it lightly against her rear, testing her. She inhales sharply.