I smile and arch my back a bit, knowing the pink of my nipples is visible through the fine lace. “I think this might be a bit too revealing. What do you think?”
“God damn, Elise,” Keith says, his eyes wide and his jaw still a little slack. “You look sexy as fuck. Turn around, let me see all of you.”
I do as he says, turning a slow circle to let him see all of me, but I look over my shoulder, wanting to see his reaction to the tiny string between my ass cheeks.
I don’t have to wait as Keith nearly pounces across the room to grab me forcefully from behind. Excitement sends shivers down my body as I expect him to shred the lace, hurl me across the bed, and ravish my body however the fuck he wants . . . but this is Keith, and as always, he’s in control.
“You tease me . . . but it’s a good tease,” he whispers in my ear, running a gentle finger along the edge at my cleavage, smiling as goosebumps break out along my skin. “But you’re not going to make me lose control first.”
His hips grind forcefully against my body as he turns me around, his full cock already pressing to my clit, but his touch is reverent as he traces along the slim strap at my shoulder.
“Do you like it?”
“Like?” Keith asks, lifting one strap and easing it off my shoulder but leaving my breast still covered. Tracing his finger down my arm, he shakes his head once. “No. I fucking love it.”
He reaches behind me, grabbing the tiny thong and pulling it up, making it rub along my pussy as I gasp at the sensation. I feel the bottom slip between my lips, and the string rubs against my asshole, making me shudder as Keith leans down, whispering in my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you in this, this sexy red lingerie that makes me so fucking hard for you. I’m gonna leave it on you and just slip this little string that’s splitting your ass over to the side so I can get my cock in your hot pussy. Do you want that, Elise?”
My head nods like a bobblehead, desperate for what he’s saying to happen right now. “Fuck yes, Keith. Do it now. Fuck me.”
But he steps back, his hand rubbing along the bulge in his jeans, and my pussy gets even wetter, knowing he’s gonna fill me with his thick cock. “Oh, Elise. You know better than that. Who’s in charge here?”
I bite my lip, knowing this is part of the tease, although it doesn’t always feel like a tease . . . it just feels natural. For a second, I’m reminded of him telling me in our first interview that foreplay can be the best part if it’s done right, and fuck, does he do it right. “You are.”
“That’s right, good girl. Get on the bed, on your knees and face down.”
I hurry to do as he says, grabbing a pillow to lay my face on as I lift my ass in the air. I can feel Keith move behind me, his presence filling the room and my senses. He pauses behind me, running a gentle, intimate hand over my right cheek so softly that it almost feels like a whisper of wind. “That’s a damn pretty sight, your fine ass turned up for me.”
He grabs a handful of each of my cheeks with his large hands, kneading and massaging, spreading me open wide to his gaze. “Look how wet your pussy is. I’ve barely touched you and your cream is soaking down your thighs. Time to taste.”
Without letting go of his powerful hold on my cheeks, he bends down to bury his face between my legs, tracing his tongue in a long line up my inner thigh to my center before repeating it on the other side. I shiver at the sensation, so good but not nearly enough. I lift my ass more, tempting him, taunting him, hoping he’ll give me what I desperately need.
I should’ve known better. Smack! His hand pops down on my cheek, fire exploding from my ass through my body before re-centering on my desperate pussy. “Bad girl. I know what you want, and I’ll give it to you. But only when I’m ready. Until then, let me take my time.”
I whine, the heat from the spanking warming my body and leaving me wanting more. Smack! He spanks my other cheek and I glare back at him. “You . . . you fucker. You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Damn right,” he says, his eyes never leaving my ass. Keith gently rubs to soothe the sting, his smile showing how pleased with himself he is for spanking me. “Needed your pretty cheeks to match this lace.”