“Stop,” he said as he pulled his thumb out of her mouth. Victor’s gaze wandered over her body and a small smile tugged at his lips as he seemed to be undressing her with his eyes. Finally, it seemed that he’d had enough of that. “Undress, then sit.” He motioned nonchalantly to the spot next to him on the couch. He loosened his tie then, taking it off and hanging it over the back of the sofa.
Involuntarily she chased his thumb with her tongue for a second before the new command registered. “Yes, sir,” she murmured, coming to her feet in a single liquid movement. Tshirt first, over the head and stifling the groan as muscles in her back protested, then shorts swiftly. She took a little more time with undergarments, but not much, then climbed onto the cushions beside Victor.
His eyes raked over her body while his fingers traced lazy and light patterns over her torso before he withdrew. “Spread your knees.” He watched her, while the scene inside his head unfolded. “Pleasure yourself for me darling.” Victor leaned back a bit then, so that he was resting against the arm of the sofa while he watched her, splayed out before him
Summer flushed, so hard her ears popped. But “yes, sir,” she whispered, relaxing back against the cushions while one hand curved down her chest, between her thighs. She slid a finger in between her labia, eyelids fluttering, and pressed inward, ignoring her clit for the moment.