[ He’s hard already, which Greer likes — likes knowing that she only has to kiss, touch, clutch at him for the briefest amount of time to make his cock that stiff in his slacks, likes knowing that she could feel him hot and heavy in her hand in a matter of seconds if she ordered it.
But Embry’s so much like her, too, in the sense that pain is easier to bear, and almost a relief in some instances. Being denied, being restrained, being trussed up and made to beg and live in her shame is what’s harder to endure, which is why she knows that it’d be a harsher punishment to inflict on him here — tormenting him with a view of something he’s not permitted to put hands or mouth on.
Her hand stills on the row of buttons, before unfastening the one that would expose the lace of her bra, the little pearl nestled in the valley between her breasts. ]
Not good enough. [ Two can play that haughty game, she thinks, suddenly moving to snap her fingers before indicating the floor with an index pointing downward. ]
On your knees. [ There’s a glint in her gaze again, a hint of the rush that ordering him around brings her. She never gets to be on this end of things, and it’s a heady experience for her, too, making her hot and flushed with a different kind of want — the desire to see what Ash gets to see, to have someone as beautiful as Embry is eating out of the palm of her hand. She doesn’t want to break him, though, just bend him enough until she needs him too badly to wait a second longer, and it starts with seeing how quickly he’ll obey her now. ]
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But Embry’s so much like her, too, in the sense that pain is easier to bear, and almost a relief in some instances. Being denied, being restrained, being trussed up and made to beg and live in her shame is what’s harder to endure, which is why she knows that it’d be a harsher punishment to inflict on him here — tormenting him with a view of something he’s not permitted to put hands or mouth on.
Her hand stills on the row of buttons, before unfastening the one that would expose the lace of her bra, the little pearl nestled in the valley between her breasts. ]
Not good enough. [ Two can play that haughty game, she thinks, suddenly moving to snap her fingers before indicating the floor with an index pointing downward. ]
On your knees. [ There’s a glint in her gaze again, a hint of the rush that ordering him around brings her. She never gets to be on this end of things, and it’s a heady experience for her, too, making her hot and flushed with a different kind of want — the desire to see what Ash gets to see, to have someone as beautiful as Embry is eating out of the palm of her hand. She doesn’t want to break him, though, just bend him enough until she needs him too badly to wait a second longer, and it starts with seeing how quickly he’ll obey her now. ]