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.
A look of deep wanting warred with the predatory one in his eyes. His own arousal stirred as he watched the flush creep along her cheeks and down her chest. It was bloody well intoxicating to watch and it certainly got his blood going. The “good girl” was barely audible as it slipped out of his lips and into the air. His teeth bared themselves a little and he took in her sweet scent.
Victor always went straight for her sweet spots, but left to herself, Summer preferred to draw things out a little more. She stuck to the edges, light touches increasing her sensitivity in the same way that dim light dilated the eyes. Her eyes rolled back, finger sliding in slow time with helpless whimpers. Then a second finger, curving a little but still focussed on a steady pumping.
“So close, sir,” she slurred, forcing her eyes open.