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He stood by the dresser and watched me react to his command.
Turn around, he had said earlier, startling me out of my reveries while standing there nude and exposed. I had just stripped for him, slowly and provocatively.
My eyes looked down toward the bulge in his pants. I could tell by the way he was straining against the confines of his jeans, despite the dim light in the room, that he was as aroused as I was.
Do I obey him? Do I want to?
Just thinking about the irresistible possibilities sent shivers through me again. He’s been commenting on my ass since the first time he saw a picture…
But turning away from him would invite a new level of submission. I already stripped for him while he remained dressed. I let him watch me, allowed him to absorb me.
And I discovered that I liked it.
But now he wanted to explore my ass, at least visually, initially. This meant I would have to trust him more.
I could feel my nipples harden further.
Pressing my legs together to contain what felt like a trickle of moisture oozing from between my thighs I contemplated my situation. Even though I already knew I was going to do it.
So did he.
We both knew I was going to turn around.
This is part of the foreplay, I reminded myself.
I looked at his face.
He looked into my eyes, not at my lady parts. I could tell by his intensity how challenging it was for him to refrain from touching me.
He had endured my hesitation through all the teasing, all the seduction, while I took my clothes off for him. He’s told me, time and again, he enjoyed being aroused and teased.
And I enjoyed arousing and teasing him. I liked how I felt when I solicited his desires.
But for how long? Touch was inevitable, we both knew that…
Now, it was up to me to accept his dominance.
But to get to that point I needed to travel the proverbial path. Seek out my comfort levels. Push beyond my limits. Allow the arousal to wash over me, and allow myself to enjoy it.
I bit my lip and looked at him again.
I could tell he wanted to be wanted. Desired.
That’s when I felt it. A carnal urge to lunge at him and make his hands, his tongue touch me, suddenly consumed my senses.
This is what it feels like, I thought again. This is what’s been missing.
I took one final look at his face. I may have smiled, maybe. I don’t remember.
I turned around.
To be continued…