He leaned forward, his hand coming up to cup my face as he pressed his lips to my forehead. When he moved lower and brushed his lips over mine, my knees went weak.
“I’ve got a conference call early, so I’m heading down to the office now. I’ll see you in a bit?”
“Yes, Mr. Parker.”
With that, he turned and walked out of my apartment.
Fifteen
ADDISON
STILL STANDING COMPLETELY NAKED IN the middle of my living room, I turned to look at Mr. Snowden, who was eyeing me with an intensity that had my body warming all over. I probably should’ve felt a little underdressed, but for some strange reason, being naked with him in the same room gave me a warm tremor, not an icy one.
“You did very well,” Mr. Snowden said, taking a few steps forward. His golden eyes appeared to hold a certain amount of pride. “It’s imperative you understand how serious he is about this.”
“I definitely do.” I sniffled, but didn’t look away from him.
“But I’m curious,” he continued.
“About?”
“Mr. Parker said you were wet. Did it turn you on to have him spank your ass?”
“I didn’t think it had,” I admitted. “Normally, sure. I don’t mind spankings.” My ass throbbed as a consistent reminder. “But that hurt more than I’d anticipated.”
Mr. Snowden took another step, eliminating the distance between us. I was overwhelmed by how close he was, how good he smelled, how lovingly he was looking at me.
His warm hand landed on my hip and I sucked in a breath, anticipation fizzing in my veins.
“I’m going to check for myself. Do you have an issue with that?”
Oh, God. The thought of him touching me…it made my knees tremble.
His hand slowly slid over, his thumb brushing the crease where my thigh met my torso, but I could tell he was waiting for my response.
“If it pleases you, Mr. Snowden,” I whispered.
Mr. Snowden moved so that he was standing behind me, my back to his chest. I felt his presence surrounding me, his warm hands gliding over my naked skin. It felt so good I didn’t even mind that my ass was smarting from where my butt pressed against his suit pants.
“It pleases me to see you like this first thing in the morning,” he replied, his voice low and rough. “Completely naked. I want to see you like this every morning.”
His right hand inched down my pelvis, lower…lower still. Oh, God. I held my breath, silently willing him to put me out of my misery.
One big finger parted my pussy lips, slipping downward, grazing my clit. I gasped as I leaned into the warm man behind me.
“Mr. Snowden…” I moaned softly, desperate for him to continue, fearful that he wouldn’t.
I could feel his breath as he leaned in close to my ear.
“Did you do as I asked last night?”
I nodded. “Yes, Mr. Snowden.” My words were raspy and deeper than normal, lust cluttering my vocal cords.
“Tell me what you did,” he insisted.
His finger caressed my entrance and a million butterflies took flight in my belly. I could hardly stand it. The pleasure was so intense I feared I would pass out.
“Tell me or I stop,” he stated firmly.
“I…” I sucked in air as he pushed one finger inside me. “Yes… Oh, God. I…I teased my pussy while I thought about you.”
“Did you push your fingers inside?” His finger did exactly that, going in deep.
“Yes, Mr. Snowden… Oh, God!” I moaned roughly as he pulled out, then thrust back in.
“Like this?”
“Yes…only…faster.”
He began pumping that thick, wonderful finger in and out of me, fucking me while I tried to keep my knees from buckling. His other arm wrapped around my ribs, settling beneath my breasts as he held me securely.
His finger increased its tempo.
“Like this?”
“Oh, God…oh…Mr. Snowden…you’re going to make me come.”
“Come for me, precious. Come all over my finger.”
My orgasm detonated instantly. I’d been so worked up, so desperate for his touch that my entire body shattered in a million light fragments, that blessed electric spark coiling tight in my womb.
Mr. Snowden didn’t move, simply held me there until I gained my footing and was able to stand on my own.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I turned to face him, my eyes sliding up to meet his. My breaths were still racing in and out of my lungs and a sweet warmth pooled in my veins.
The next thing I knew, he was holding his finger to his lips before sucking it into his mouth.
Fuck, that was hot.
“I fear I could get addicted to you, precious girl.”
Fear? Screw fear. I was practically desperate for him to get addicted, for him to want me with the same intensity that I wanted him with.
He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. “You should get dressed.”
“Is…uh…is there something specific I should wear?”
Mr. Snowden stood tall once again, staring down at me, and I felt incredibly vulnerable at that moment. I’d never shared my need for certain things with any of the Doms I’d played with in the past. But there was something about Mr. Snowden that made me want to open up, to tell him my wants, my needs, my deepest, darkest desires.
