Damn the woman had a strong grip. His knees wobbled, threatening to buckle, and for some reason he found himself gripping his elbows tighter as if that would help. Strangely, it seemed to.

“I think,” she mused, giving him another slow stroke that made him tremble. “I would like you on your back on the floor.”

Stroke.

“Hands behind your head.”

Stroke.

Release.

He groaned in disappointment.

“Down, cupcake. Now.”

9

Luke looked so masculinely pretty laid out naked on her plush beige carpet, fingers wreathed behind his head looking like he was lounging there. Only the tension in his muscles gave away that he wasn’t just relaxing, cock up in the air like a thick, long flagstaff rising from the nest of dark curls. Well-trimmed curls, she noted. Olivia did appreciate a nice cock with good grooming and Luke had both going for him. Somehow she wasn’t surprised.

He was watching her with a hot, excited gaze that made her even more aroused, seeing how focused he was, watching him holding himself still as he waited on her. Olivia was rather enjoying making him wait too, not just to draw out the tension (although that was very nice) but because she appreciated a good, buff, naked male on her rug. The time Luke spent being hands on with his contracting business showed, not just in the callouses on his palms but in the broadness of his shoulders, the definition of his biceps as they flexed on either side of his head, the definition of his pecs, and the ridges down his stomach.

“Bend your knees,” she murmured, nudging his legs into place.

It only took a few moments for her to arrange him exactly how she wanted him. Hands behind his head, knees in the air, feet planted on the floor... impossible if she was going to ride him, and the sadist in her enjoyed the disappointment in his expression. What the position did do was give her a bit of access to his fantastic ass.

From his survey, Olivia knew his ass was entirely virgin, but like most Dommes she loved ass play. The three Ps: Plugs, Probes, and Pegging. That was how she thought of them. Most men didn’t even know how much they were missing out on when they refused to let their ass be part of the sexual equation, but anyone Olivia played with found out real fast. With her fingers if nothing else.

“Good,” she said approvingly once he was in position, bending at the waist to give his straining cock another stroke as a reward and also—not incidentally—a peek at her lacy black bra as the front of her shirt gaped. Luke groaned, pushing up off his feet so his hips and ass lifted. Chuckling, Olivia let go of his cock. “Now stay right there, I just have a couple things I want to grab.”