Page 49 of Border Control

His despairing look is matched by the surge in his crotch. Under his clothes is the hard shell I'm straddling, and it feels like it's bursting outward.

Good.

Leaning in, I press my breasts to his chest. A groan escapes his lips, and I can practically taste his desperation as I seize hislips in another kiss. Claiming, conquering, all that good stuff, the mistress rewarding her loyal brave subject.

I break off. “Tell me what you want.”

“I… I want…” Heavy breaths wash over my face, his eyes liquid. “I want you. Please.”

“Well.” I arch into him, riding a little clit pressure on his pebbled abs. Fuck, he feels good. “You’ve been very patient with me.”

“Always.” His arms tell a different story, shaking as he reins in his desire. Big palms form fists at his side, and another groan rips from him. It feels amazing, sitting on top of this powerful man who wants to please me, and needs my guidance in how. I’m in control.

“Since you've been so patient, I'll let you choose. We can do a lesson in pleasure, and I'll explore what makes you feel good. Or… I can teach you what makesmefeel good.”

“Teach me.” Not a single hesitation, and he's dead serious all of a sudden, like I told him there’ll be a test later.

I slide off his lap slowly, masking how eager I am to get off with him watching me. Mm, yes, that sounds perfect. “Scoot yourself all the way against this.” I tap the legs of my desk.

He does so, back and shoulders reaching to the top of it.

“It's a show and tell, so I need you to put your hands on here.” I point to where the thick oak rests on my wooden floor.

Attention never wavering from me, he slides his arms behind to grab onto each leg.

Racing into my bedroom so fast I nearly skid in my socks, I don’t fuck around pretending to choose: I grab hold of the magic wand. It’s not a proper one that plugs into the mains, but it’s still incredible. Just pressing it into my pussy can make me come in minutes.

I bring it back to show him, and his nostrils flare. “What is that?”

“This is a mechanical marvel. You might think our technology is primitive, but this is my favorite ever human invention.” I slide into that space mentally where I take charge in the bedroom as I unbutton my slacks.

Dom watches with unwavering intensity, taking deep breaths as I undo each button. Fuck, this is going to be fun.

I turn around and bend over to ease my pants down over my ass, pulling the belt so it'll bite in a little and emphasize my curves. Watching over my shoulder, I'm treated to a light show as Dom’s scales pulse to a lilac as bright as his entranced eyes. He's loving this already, and I haven't done much of a strip-tease yet.

Wearing a thong makes me feel secretly sexy, a little pop of personality under the lawyer persona. This red one happens to be my favorite, because the shape frames my ass and makes it look incredible.

Judging by the look on Dom’s face, he agrees.

“Law-rah,” he rasps, hands clenched so hard around the legs of my desk it creaks. “This is… it’s…”

“Yes?” I ask, all innocent. Corruption is oh so fun.

His gaze locks on to mine. “Please, I want to touch.”

“I’ll let you in a minute. First, I need to show you what I like.”

Nodding so firmly I worry for his neck, he says earnestly, “I will learn.”

“Yes, you will.” Stripping down to my thong and kicking my work slacks aside, I turn to face him again. I love this moment, standing over a man with my pussy in reach of his lips, but with Dom it’s even more special. He’s looking at me like he’s never seen a pussy before,because he hasn’t.I'm his first, and it's a huge honor.

He looks up at me with those adoring lilac eyes, and I stroke my fingers through his thick hair. “I don't have a shell casing covering my parts. Just clothes.”

“Will you allow me to see?” His voice pitches husky, low, and the timbre sends my stomach swooping.

There’s no reason to delay, so I slide my thong down over my pussy. Ah. The recent upset meant I haven't taken care of the garden as much as I normally do, but judging by how his jaw drops open, he's into untamed jungles.

I bend low to pull my thong off, and now I'm standing over him in just my shirt and bra. He stares at my pussy, then wrenches his gaze up to look at me.