‘Ms. Jensen’ instead of Krissy?”
He faltered. I couldn’t say how, exactly, but I saw it.
“Fine,” he said, his tone becoming harder. “Krissy, then. The question still is, do you think you’re in charge?”
I leaned forward, positioning myself to display the tops of my breasts to their best advantage. I had to admit, I did love the dress I’d found, and I looked damn good in scarlet. “I know you think you’re in charge, Mr. Ricci, but I intend to show you just how wrong you are.” I took a drink, proud of myself.
“Show me your panties.”
I almost choked on my mouthful of champagne. He waited patiently until I’d swallowed and determined that I wasn’t about to have a coughing fit, then he repeated himself with a clarification.
“If you’re so adamant that I’m not in control, then show me that you disobeyed my orders and your panties aren’t sheer scarlet lace.”
Damn him.
My face flamed. “That’s not the point.”
He smiled that infuriating grin he had when something went his way. “And I’m not asking.”
My temper flared and I was torn between the desire to show of my stubborn streak and not let him anywhere near my panties, and the sexual part of me that wanted to do everything he said...with my own little twist designed to drive him crazy. Not surprisingly, my sexual side won.
We were at a private table near the back – intentionally, I had no doubt – so I could turn towards him and unless someone chose that moment to walk by, I wasn’t in danger of flashing anyone but my intended target. I shifted in my seat, the movement drawing his attention down. I’d bought a dress with a high slit, just like he’d said and it allowed me enough freedom to part my knees and give DeVon a glimpse of the side of my panties, enough that he could see the color. Instead, I raised the fabric enough to let him get a good, long look at the crotch of the nearly see-through panties I’d just purchased.
The hand on the table curled into a fist and I knew the game was on. It would be back and forth all night to see which one of us cracked first. For the first time in my life, however, I wasn’t entirely sure that it wouldn’t be me.
We made small talk as the appetizers arrived and then the next round began. I’d learned fairly young into my sexual years that anything that drew attention to the mouth and could make a guy think about you sucking his cock was a surefire way to get his attention. I’d perfected the art and knew exactly how to use my lips and tongue to keep a man’s mind exactly where I wanted it.
What I hadn’t expected was that, with the right mouth, a man could do the same thing.
By the time our main course was coming to its end, I was starting to wonder if I was in over my head. I’d met guys with big attitudes and had fucked plenty who’d thought they were the best thing to happen to women since AA batteries, but I’d never met someone who played the game like DeVon.
As he licked the crumbs from his lips, DeVon leaned towards me and I found myself tensing in anticipation.
“Take them off.”
I blinked. What was he talking about?
“Your panties. Take them off.”
I shook my head, a smile playing on my lips. “I don’t think so. You take yours off.”
He dropped his voice, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. “Who said I was wearing any?”
I stared at him for a moment. I told myself that I should be annoyed that he assumed I’d be okay with what he was telling me to do, but all I could think about was reaching over, unzipping his pants and having nothing between my hand and his cock.
“Take them off.” There was a warning in his tone that hadn’t been there before. “There will be consequences if you refuse.”
Okay, now I was going to say no just to find out what he was going to do. I drained the last of my champagne and gave him a look that
He faltered. I couldn’t say how, exactly, but I saw it.
“Fine,” he said, his tone becoming harder. “Krissy, then. The question still is, do you think you’re in charge?”
I leaned forward, positioning myself to display the tops of my breasts to their best advantage. I had to admit, I did love the dress I’d found, and I looked damn good in scarlet. “I know you think you’re in charge, Mr. Ricci, but I intend to show you just how wrong you are.” I took a drink, proud of myself.
“Show me your panties.”
I almost choked on my mouthful of champagne. He waited patiently until I’d swallowed and determined that I wasn’t about to have a coughing fit, then he repeated himself with a clarification.
“If you’re so adamant that I’m not in control, then show me that you disobeyed my orders and your panties aren’t sheer scarlet lace.”
Damn him.
My face flamed. “That’s not the point.”
He smiled that infuriating grin he had when something went his way. “And I’m not asking.”
My temper flared and I was torn between the desire to show of my stubborn streak and not let him anywhere near my panties, and the sexual part of me that wanted to do everything he said...with my own little twist designed to drive him crazy. Not surprisingly, my sexual side won.
We were at a private table near the back – intentionally, I had no doubt – so I could turn towards him and unless someone chose that moment to walk by, I wasn’t in danger of flashing anyone but my intended target. I shifted in my seat, the movement drawing his attention down. I’d bought a dress with a high slit, just like he’d said and it allowed me enough freedom to part my knees and give DeVon a glimpse of the side of my panties, enough that he could see the color. Instead, I raised the fabric enough to let him get a good, long look at the crotch of the nearly see-through panties I’d just purchased.
The hand on the table curled into a fist and I knew the game was on. It would be back and forth all night to see which one of us cracked first. For the first time in my life, however, I wasn’t entirely sure that it wouldn’t be me.
We made small talk as the appetizers arrived and then the next round began. I’d learned fairly young into my sexual years that anything that drew attention to the mouth and could make a guy think about you sucking his cock was a surefire way to get his attention. I’d perfected the art and knew exactly how to use my lips and tongue to keep a man’s mind exactly where I wanted it.
What I hadn’t expected was that, with the right mouth, a man could do the same thing.
By the time our main course was coming to its end, I was starting to wonder if I was in over my head. I’d met guys with big attitudes and had fucked plenty who’d thought they were the best thing to happen to women since AA batteries, but I’d never met someone who played the game like DeVon.
As he licked the crumbs from his lips, DeVon leaned towards me and I found myself tensing in anticipation.
“Take them off.”
I blinked. What was he talking about?
“Your panties. Take them off.”
I shook my head, a smile playing on my lips. “I don’t think so. You take yours off.”
He dropped his voice, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. “Who said I was wearing any?”
I stared at him for a moment. I told myself that I should be annoyed that he assumed I’d be okay with what he was telling me to do, but all I could think about was reaching over, unzipping his pants and having nothing between my hand and his cock.
“Take them off.” There was a warning in his tone that hadn’t been there before. “There will be consequences if you refuse.”
Okay, now I was going to say no just to find out what he was going to do. I drained the last of my champagne and gave him a look that
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