Page 13 of Stand Your Ground

“Are you ready to give up control tonight?”

She purred the words, her voice low and sure and amused. It lit me up like a goddamn firework, and I shot back my response without hesitation.

“Yes.”

I was pathetic.

But apparently, that was exactly how she wanted me, because Livia’s lips curled higher.

In a feat of balance, she effortlessly lifted one leg, dragging her heel up the inside of my calf before she planted the pointy toe of it right between my thighs. Half an inch higher and she would have stepped right on my balls — and I had a feeling that was the whole point of the move.

“It’s a shame you don’t have a tie with this ensemble,” she mused, eyes dragging the length of me. “But your jacket should work.”

When I didn’t automatically move, she arched a brow at me.

“Strip.”

The word popped off her red-stained lips, and I did as she asked, shrugging out of my suit jacket and handing it to her.

She smiled when it was in her hands, admiring the fabric for a moment before dropping her heel back to the ground. “Good boy. Now take out your cock.”

That little spark I’d felt from her praise before ignited again, my next breaths coming wilder as she circled behind me once more. But I hesitated at her last request — mostly from the shock of hearing those words roll out of her beautiful lips.

Suddenly, nails dug into my chin, yanking until I looked up at the woman I’d dreamed of touching for so long this all felt a little unreal.

“Believe me when I say you don’t want me to have to repeat myself.”

Swallowing, I kept my eyes on hers, watching as they flared when I reached down and unfastened my belt. I slid the button through the slit next, tore the zipper down, and then shoved my pants and briefs down to my mid-thighs. I had to wiggle to get them down — even with custom-made pants, hockey had given me thighs and an ass big enough to make it a difficult task to accomplish.

When my cock sprang free of my briefs, the tip already coated with precum, Livia finally broke eye contact with me long enough to look down.

I thought I saw a hint of appreciation in those gleaming eyes of hers, but wasn’t sure if it was because of my cock, the two-million-dollar paycheck she had coming, or because she was excited to toy with me.

Either way, she released my chin, patting my chest before she walked around the chair.

I took the momentary break from her intense glare to try to lock into student mode. I mentally noted the words she’d said so far, how they’d made me feel, how I’d love to make a woman feel that way, too.

Livia was beaming with assurance. Not even a full five minutes in and she’d already made me feel both safe and desperate for her. That was my goal, too — I wanted to emulate that.

But when she bent at the waist, pulling my arms behind me, and began to tie my wrists together — I slipped out of student mode as my heart picked up its pace.

Our first lesson, and this woman was already binding me.

“You’re not allowed to touch me unless I say so. Understood?” She tightened the fabric around my wrists as I responded.

“Understood.”

“What are our safe words?”

I smiled. “High stick and offside.”

She stroked my hair, rounding the chair until she was in front of me again. Just because I was curious, I tested the knot she’d tied, attempting to pull my hands apart.

They barely budged, and the thick fabric somehow cut deep into my wrists, threatening me not to try that again.

Livia’s eyes flashed like she anticipated that move, like she bet on it — and she was satisfied with how it all played out.

“If we’re focusing on how to pleasure a woman, then there’s no better place to start than with that pretty mouth of yours,” she started, reaching out to slide her thumb across my bottom lip. The first deliberate touch of her skin against mine had me closing my eyes and leaning into her. “And you will useonlyyour mouth tonight.”