Command and Control by Shelli Stevens Page B

his cousin’s sink. When he returned Megan stood next to the recliner, running her fingers over the leather.
    Trevor spread the towel down on the seat and turned back to face her, a slow smile curving his lips.
    “Have a seat.”
    Megan lifted her chin and climbed into the chair, leaning back and placing her hands on the armrests.
    “Let me help you get a bit more comfortable.” He walked around the chair and took her hands, placing them above her and then reached for her feet.
    “What—”
    “Trust me.”
    He quickly arranged her legs so that each one draped over the armrest and her body was spread wide for him, so vulnerable, then stepped back to admire his handiwork.
    Between slender thighs, the pink folds of her pussy were blatantly exposed. Cream shimmered in the shadows and he bit back a groan at the wonderfully seductive sight. He barely resisted the temptation to just unzip his fly and take her like that.
    But the toys he’d pulled out of the bag were also a temptation, and one he didn’t want to dismiss. He’d meant it when he said he wanted to watch her come. And this time, it would be without the focus of his pleasure to distract him.
    He reached for the first one, something that looked a bit like a finger puppet, only it was a vibrator.
    “You’re going to make yourself come, angel,” he murmured and handed it to her. “And I’m going to watch.”
    Megan’s eyes widened, but she still accepted the small toy, sliding it onto her middle finger. She twisted it this way and that, before pressing a button on the side. A soft buzzing filled the air.
    “Now play with that sweet little clit of yours,” he commanded through hooded eyes.
    With her legs splayed over the chair, Megan leaned back and closed her eyes, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she brought the tiny vibrator between her legs.
    As he watched, her ass clenched and she sucked in a breath, her lower body undulating against her finger.
    Damn, she was sexy as hell. Trevor’s breath caught and his cock strained against his jeans. Walking in front of the chair, he sat on the edge of the coffee table. “Use your other hand and start fingering yourself.”
    Megan drew her bottom lip between her teeth, but obediently slid her hand down and pushed a finger into her pussy. Her brows knit together and she shook her head.
    “How does that feel, angel?”
    “It’s not enough… Sir.”
    Trevor stood again, circling around the chair and leaning down to pinch one of her stiff nipples. She let out a ragged moan and her hips bucked.
    “What’s not enough?”
    “My finger,” she pleaded. “It can’t go as deep as I need it.”
    He tweaked her other nipple and smiled when her head twisted against the chair.
    “Hmm. Let me see what I can do about that.”
    Moving away from her again, Trevor found the toy bag and began digging through it. A long velvet bag drew his attention and he picked it up, pulling the drawstring top open to peer inside.
    Well, well, well, wouldn’t this be fun?
    He pulled the glass dildo from the bag and turned back to Megan. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, the pleasure and frustration on her face so fucking sexy. Her gaze slipped to the object in his hands and her breasts rose sharply with the breath she drew in.
    Trevor knelt down beside the recliner and leaned over her, pulling her fingers away from her pussy. Unable to resist, he lifted her hand to his mouth and licked her fingers, still shiny with her juices.
    “Oh, God, Trevor…” she whispered, a shudder running through her and her eyes darkening to a stormy blue.
    He didn’t bother to scold her for not saying Sir, the sound of his name on her lips was too damn sweet. Almost as sweet as the taste of her pussy. He caught himself as he was about to lean down and fill her opening with his tongue.
    No, this time was about the toys. There would be plenty of time later to go down on her.
    Instead, he placed the tip of the glass against her moist opening