The light stubble on his face scratches against the skin of my neck as he whispers into my ear, still holding my hand. “I want you to get on the bed and face the dresser. Then pull your panties down halfway and wait.”

I nod, breaking free of his grasp and bouncing over to the bed. There’s a devilish glint in his eye as he watches me kneel right in the middle of the king-size mattress and slip my hand into my thong, pulling it down around my knees.

“What next?” The raw passion in my own voice feels foreign to me.

Waiting for him to respond, I trace a finger absentmindedly over my left breast, biting my lip.

He shakes his head. “Stop.”

My eyebrows shoot up. What?

“Don’t touch,” he continues. “Don’t do anything I don’t tell you. I want to watch you play with yourself but I’m going to drive.”

“Are you—?”

He cuts me off. “Serious?” A grin spreads over his face. “Yes. And if you don’t want to play by my rules…”

This is a new game. But I…want him. I nod my agreement and freeze my hands at my sides.

“Okay.” Seeing that I’ll play along, his smile widens. “Okay, good.” Without taking his eyes off of me, he unzips his jeans and pulls his dick out. It’s hard and red, standing at attention. Ready for me.

He kicks off his boxers and the jeans, leaving them in a crumpled heap at the foot of the chair. He grips his cock with his right hand and makes his way to the bed, stopping short of climbing on with me.

I bite my lip. “What do you want me to do?”

“With this?”

I nod. Of course he knows I want nothing more right now than to just suck the chrome off of it.

“Nothing…yet. Put your hands behind your back. And keep them there. Or else.”

I obey, clasping my hands together behind me.

At this, he bends down and latches his mouth onto my breast, swirling his tongue in fast circles over my nipple. Instinctively, I arch my back to push my nipple farther into his mouth. He bites me—just the tiniest bite, too light to be painful but enough to send the spark between my legs into overdrive. The Rules fly out of my mind and I wrap my arm around his neck, burying my hand in his hair.

Smack!

The spank comes across my ass, hard and fast.

He shakes his head without ever taking his mouth off of my breast. After a few seconds, when he’s satisfied of feeding himself, he pulls slowly off my nipple. The words roll off his tongue so nonchalantly. “I told you to keep your hands behind your back.”

He stands again, bringing his cock eye-level with my face. His face bears a self-assured smirk—his reward for getting me to color outside of the lines and then, to punish me for it.