Exposed by Fate (Serve #2)(16)

He walked Eliza until they stood directly in front of the mirrored wall, him positioned behind her, taller by at least a foot. Her light golden skin was flushed, from her cheeks down to the tops of her breasts. The lips he’d kissed less than twenty-four hours ago were swollen and parted, as if they were anticipating him. She watched his reflection steadily, but he could see the excitement there. It heightened his own.

“Hard limits,” he said, just beside her ear. “I’d like yours now.”

She pressed her lips together then released a pent-up breath. But she didn’t look surprised. Good. He loved knowing she’d expected, trusted, him to ask. “I don’t want other people with us.”

“Jesus. Me either, babe.”

Looking relieved, she nodded. “I like the idea of you…punishing me. But I don’t know what it’s like so I want to go slow. Until I know.”

“Nothing you can’t handle. You have my word.” He hooked an arm around her waist and drew her back, wanting her to feel his hard cock against her ass. “How do you feel about taking me here? Would it be the first time?”

“Yes,” she breathed, head dropping forward. “I think…I’m good with it. It’s you. I trust you.” Her eyes sparkled with lust and humor as they met his once more in the mirror. “I don’t know why, though, since we just met.”

It felt perfect, standing there holding her curves tightly against him. Hearing her say she trusted him. Watching her smile. Stop dwelling on how right it feels. You’re not for her. She’s not for you. She’s…for someone else. He watched in the mirror as his own slight grin faded. “Safe word.”

He heard her swallow. “Cookie.”

Holding himself back was going to be impossible when she was so f*cking cute, but somehow, he’d have to do it. He had no choice. Trying his best to detach himself, he stepped back. “Palms flat on the floor.”

Her shoulders jumped a little, presumably over his new tone. “What?”

Oliver narrowed his eyes and waited. After considering his reflection for a few moments, she bent forward and did as she was told. He ground his teeth together as her ass rose in front of him like an offering, begging for his open hand, his belt, a crop. Later. She’s not ready yet. He positioned himself between her and the entrance, blocking her body just in case anyone decided to walk in. Then he hooked his fingers in the top of her tight, black pants and peeled them down over her ass.

Blood rushed south to his dick, making it swell painfully. Beautiful. The tops of her thighs flared gently leaving a hot little gap between her legs. Like they’d been molded to fit his hand. The sight of her * had him dragging a hand over his open mouth. She looked as smooth and tempting as he remembered her feeling last night. And he’d only felt her through those innocent white panties. Next time there wouldn’t be a barrier. How many times had he dreamed of seeing her on display for him like this? Apart from her accelerated breathing, she showed no signs of being uncomfortable. He smoothed a palm over the smooth skin, running a finger lightly down the center. “Panties are a waste of my time, Eliza. Don’t wear them again. When it comes to f*cking you, I don’t appreciate obstacles.” He traced the seam of her * with his knuckle, savoring her gasp. “Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

With a massive case of reluctance, he covered her ass. He almost laughed when she sighed in relief. They weren’t even close to finished. He wrapped her pony tail around his fist and drew her back up, meeting her glazed eyes in the mirror. Fuck yes, she loved this as much as he did. His little closeted submissive. “I told you no panties were allowed. Did I say anything about no shirt?” With his free hand, he tugged her sports bra up and over her breasts, revealing the sweetest pair of tits he’d ever seen. Firm handfuls, the color of peaches. Goddamn. What would they taste like? He almost lost it, forgetting what he’d been saying, but he forced himself back to the present. “I’m the only one who sees them,” he growled, meaning every word. “You keep them covered. For my eyes only. Understood?”

She tried to nod, but his grip on her hair was too tight. “Your eyes only.”

“Good.” He released her. “Get on your back. We’re not done stretching.”

This time, she only hesitated for a beat before doing as she was told. Better, but eventually he wanted her obeying without question. Dying to obey. She looked up at him from her position on the floor and he took a moment to enjoy the power of standing over her, controlling what happened next. It sizzled in his veins, spreading to every inch of his body. He knelt down between her thighs, watching the goose bumps break out along her flesh, her nipples beading tighter. Eliza needed a long, hard f*ck. His instincts screamed at him to give it to her, but his mind won out.

He hooked a hand under her right knee and drew it up toward her shoulder. The action brought him directly over her, drawing her gaze to his bare chest. So much was taking place behind those big, brown eyes. Wonder, heat, need. Oh, babe. Hold on to your f*cking seat. In one lightning fast motion, he threw her leg over his shoulder and bore down hard, pressing her knee against her shoulder. At the same time, his hips dropped into the cradle of her thighs and he rocked. Just once.

“Ohhh.” She sucked in a shaky breath. “Please. Again.”

“Are you a little beggar, Eliza? Are you going to cry and moan and dig your nails into my ass the first time we f*ck?” He didn’t rock again, but he let his weight press down fully, all of it concentrated between her legs. When she tried to writhe, he held her still with his hips, pinning her. “What are you begging for, babe? Be clear or you won’t get it.”