Jake pinched her ass, reminding her of their roles.

Swallowing, Sarah pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She hadn’t even put on a bra.

Jake’s gaze feasted on her breasts reflected in the mirror. “I like that you’re not wearing a bra. Touch your breasts, Sarah,” he ordered.

Sarah touched her nipples then slid her hands under her breasts, holding them out, presenting them to Jake. Behind her, he groaned, then slid his arms around her, taking her breasts in his hands.

He rolled her nipples and gently squeezed and kneaded each breast. His hands slid down her bare belly. He stood, pulling her up, keeping her in front of him.

“Now your pants.”

Sarah kicked off her slippers. Slippers not shoes. She slid her pants down and had to bend forward to take them off. Jake didn’t shift, allowing her ass to brush against his hard cock when she bent over.

His palms cupped her ass and when she stood back up his fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties. She wasn’t wearing a thong but her panties were lacy and very brief. And red. Sarah saw the heat in his eyes and felt him growing harder behind her.

He shifted, kneeling behind her as he slowly drew her panties down, his fingers skimming over her hips, then her thighs and across the back of her knees. Sarah’s legs nearly gave out when his lips followed, planting a kiss in the center of each buttock, each thigh and behind each knee.

“Beautiful, Sarah. My Sarah.” He stood.

Sarah kept her shoulders squared, gaze fixed on his through the mirror.

“Open for me,” he ordered.

Sarah spread her legs apart. Jake cupped her ass with one hand, the other rested on her mound. Sarah shuddered when one, long, finger rested at the opening to her pussy. All she had to do was tilt her hips up to feel him inside her but she didn’t. The joy for her came from letting him take the lead and make the decisions.

“Are you wet for me?”

“I’m wet, Sir and ready.” Ready for whatever heights he’d take her to.

“Hmm, I’ll decide when you’re ready. Do you agree?”

“Yes, Sir.” Anything you want. Sarah moaned and closed her eyes when he traced her moist opening, making small circles, the pad of his finger teasing but never entering her.

“Keep your eyes open,” Jake ordered.

Sarah watched Jake through the mirrors. He turned their bodies so they faced one side of the elevator and bent her over, placing her hands on the bar. She turned her head to the side so she could see them, see him behind her, all of him, not just his face.

He smiled, his eyes hot and his lips full and soft. “I’m going to fuck you like this so you can watch.”

Sarah moaned and watched his hand squeeze, stroke and cup her ass. “Open for me. More, Sarah,” Jake commanded.

She spread her feet further apart. Staring at her reflection, seeing her ass tipped up and her body open, ready and offering herself fully for Jake was incredible arousing.

He leaned over her, fully dressed. He dipped two fingers into her and his other hand slipped up to fondle her dangling breasts. His fingers played with her hard nipples.

Oh god. She pushed herself onto the fingers teasing her pussy. “Please Jake.”

He nipped her on the shoulder.

“Please, Sir. Please fuck me.” Sarah bit back her scream of frustration when Jake kept evading her every attempt to take his fingers fully into her.

“You’re going to come for me Sarah and when you do, I want you to scream my name.” He slid two fingers into her hard and fast. His other hand slid down her belly and held her.

Gasping, Sarah bucked against his hand, feeling his hard cock pressed against her ass. She stared in the mirror, seeing her naked body covered by his fully clothed body.

He was perfectly controlled. She was trembling and arching against him, her eyes wide and wild, her mouth open, ready to beg, eager to scream his name.

“Answer me, Sarah. Will you scream my name if I let you come?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, Sir,” she repeated, her voice rising when his fingers found her sensitive G-spot and pressed hard. “Jake!”

“Not yet. I want you wild and wanting me, Sarah.” His clever fingers found and coaxed her clit until she was hard, throbbing, and desperate.

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