10 Nights by Karl Jones, Michelle Hughes, Amp Page B

sides of
her thong she turned away, just as the first of her downy curls became visible.
Still holding onto the thong she bent at the waist, slipping it down her legs
with one hand, while the other went between her legs, preventing him seeing
anything. The groan of disappointed longing that escaped his lips told her the
move was the right one and she smiled to herself.
    Lifting her left foot
out of the thong she kicked it up with her right, catching it in her free hand.
When she turned back to him she was holding the thong between her teeth, while her
hand still covered her sex.
    Feeling more confident
than when she had started Leah moved forward, approaching Rhett. She bent down
to him when she got to the couch and he reached a hand up to brush her hair out
of the way; she quickly stepped back, but not before dropping the thong into
his lap, directly over the hard-on she could see creating a bulge in his
trousers.
    The teasing was almost
more than he could handle; when she started he would have been prepared to lay
money on her never having done anything like it before. He needed to see her
body, he couldn't wait any longer, and for the first time since he turned the
music on he spoke, "Pull your hair back and move your hands on top of your
head," he instructed. "But don't stop dancing."
    Leah shivered at the
intensity in his eyes and voice as she did as he commanded. With her breasts bared
her nipples reacted to the cool air, hardening to tiny rose-colored pebbles.
She felt more exposed than she had the night before, dancing just beyond reach,
but also more turned on.
    A deep blush stained
her cheek and he thought she'd never looked sexier. "Play with your
nipples, baby," he commanded.
    Lowering her eyes her
fingers went to her peaks, she hadn't expected such an order and could only
bring herself to pinch her nipples lightly. "Harder, Baby, pull on them
for me." His cock was throbbing with need, but he wasn't ready to take her,
yet.
    Hesitantly Leah pulled
at her nipples, pinching them until it was almost painful. She moaned slightly
at how the sensation sent unexpected pangs of pleasure downward.
"Sir?"
    He chuckled, liking how
responsive she was. "Finger yourself." Her eyes widened and he
grinned; she was obviously desperate for his fingers, but that wasn't what he
wanted just then. When she didn't move quickly enough for him, his voice took
on an edge of anger. "Now!"
    She jumped at the
abruptness of his order and immediately slid her hand down her body, her face
burning in embarrassment as she tentatively traced her fingers over her heated
flesh. It wasn't that she'd never touched herself before, but doing it in front
of him was mortifying. She bit her lip hard, not enjoying her own fingers at
all.
    "Come here." He
patted his lap, where she sat immediately, glad for the chance to stop dancing.
"Baby, I want to see you get yourself off, and I want to see it now, so
lie down on this couch and get yourself off. Do you understand me?"
    She nodded, wanting to
lower her eyes but finding that she couldn't pull them from his; she didn't
like him being upset with her and it was obvious he was just then.
    "I asked if you
understood me." He wasn't truly angry with her, despite the tone of his
voice, but he intended having her compliance.
    "Y-yes,
S-sir." Her lips trembled at the intensity in his eyes as he lifted her
off his lap and placed her on the couch while he stood.
    While he watched she
slid her fingers down her stomach and through her downy curls to her silken
folds. Despite her nervousness and concern over his apparent anger with her,
she found her body was reacting to the situation; she was as wet as he had made
her the previous night.
    Closing her eyes she
massaged her clit, slowly rubbing her finger over the soft petals. That was as
far as she'd ever gone with pleasuring herself before; it wasn't enough, she
wanted more, her body demanded it, but having an audience inhibited her and
despite her need she held