His Four Poster Bed (Bedroom Secrets Series Book 2) by Emma Thorne Read Free Book Online

pointed to my blouse, the top button.
    He nodded and I proceeded to unbutton the blouse exposing a lacy black bra. I undid a few more buttons when he motioned for me to stop. “Wait,” he said. “The skirt first, I want to see your pussy.”
    “Yes, Mr. Amador,” I whispered, the thrill of saying his name, of feeling under his control was a stronger aphrodisiac than I expected. I’d never allowed a man to command me like this and it made me feel weak with desire. Standing in my bra with my shirt half undone. I put my hand behind my back and fumbled with the zipper, it kept snagging.
    “Turn around,” he said, and then I felt his hands on my waist massaging my hip bones. He traced a finger along the waist of my skirt sending shivers through my whole body. He unzipped my skirt and ran his hands along the cheeks of my ass.
    “Take it off,” he said, and I heard him step away.
    I started to turn. “Don’t turn around,” he said. “Take it off.”
    Facing the wall, my breath coming faster than normal, I shimmied off my pencil skirt dropping it to my ankles and stepping out of it. We had never set any ground rules and I felt as if we were making up our own game as we went along but I loved it. I would wait. Marco would tell me what he wanted, and as long as this ended with his cock sliding deep inside my wet pussy, he could ask me for anything.
    “Good,” he said. I could hear the intensity of his breath and wondered how long he’d make me stand here. I didn’t care. Then I heard him move towards me and I felt his hand on my ankle, he ran his hands up the inside of my thigh lingering at the space below my crotch, then he traced a finger up and down my pussy just outside of my panties.
    “You wore beautiful underthings Ms. Starr,” he said. I could hear a smile in his face. “This pleases me. Did you wear these for me tonight?”
    “The truth Mr. Amador,” I said, staring at the wall, aching to turn around and wrap my arms and legs around him. He played with my panties, running his fingers along the elastic, touching my lips gently with his fingertips.
    “Always the truth.”
    “I love wearing beautiful things,” I said, smiling.
    “Raise your hands in the air and turn around,” Marco said.
    I raised my hands and turned slowly wearing my black panties, bra, and white shirt. Marco took my hand and pulled me towards him. “I believe tonight should be about losing control,” he whispered. “Before we go further I wanted to ask you if you are all right. Are you enjoying this. We didn’t discuss . . .”
    “I love it, please fuck me,” I said, squeezing his hand and pushing it against my crotch.
    “All in good time,” he said, pulling his hands away. His hands on my shoulder he pushed the white button down off my body. Then he put his hands under the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs.
    “Spread your legs,” he said.
    Standing, I spread my legs. Marco leaned forward his mouth on my ankle and moving up the inside of my calf and then to my thigh. He spread my lips apart and ran his tongue in slow circles against my clit. I moaned and felt my legs tremble.
    He put his hands on my backside and pressed his face against me harder, his tongue moving faster as I felt an orgasm begin to build. My breathing grew shallow and fast; I softly moaned as I leaned against the heat of his tongue.
    “Come for me,” he whispered between kisses. “Come for me, I want to taste you when you come.”
    “I’m going to fall,” I gasped, reaching out and putting my hands against his head.
    “Come for me Ms. Starr,” He said his voice strong with a hint of that temper I’d seen the first night.
    Hearing his command pushed me over the edge, I leaned into his tongue and gasped shaking and shuddering as the orgasm shook through my body. Then he was on the bed above me, gently lowering me to the mattress as I whimpered and shook.
    “Shhhh, shhhhh,” he said, his mouth moving over my neck, my cheeks, and my