“A private tutoring session, huh?” He doffed his suit coat, tossing it onto my bed. Then he undid the knot in his tie and pulled it loose. “And what is it you want to learn?”

I lifted my shoulders and assumed an expression of innocence as I sauntered toward him, hands clasped behind my back. “How to please you, of course.”

He yanked the tie from his collar. “Turn around.”

I presented my back to him and saw our reflections in the full-length mirror on the back of my closet door. I half expected him to yank up the sequined skirt he liked so much and fuck me right there on my feet—while both of us watched. But instead, he pulled my hands behind my back and bound my wrists with his necktie.

Tight.

A little gasp escaped me. My heart was pounding. I’d never been tied up before.

“You wanted to learn how to please me.” Henry locked eyes with me in the mirror.

“Yes.”

“Sometimes I like to have all the control.”

He stood there for one second longer, and I briefly wondered if he was debating how far to take this little game. I wanted to show him he didn’t have to be afraid of hurting me, of offending me. I wanted to play—hadn’t I started it? How could I let him know?

Facing him again, I dropped to my knees on the rug and looked up at him with wide eyes. “Tell me what to do.” I licked my lips. “Please.”

“Jesus.” Henry put two fingers beneath my chin and ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “Your mouth is so fucking beautiful.”

I parted my lips slightly, and he slipped his thumb between them. I stroked it with my tongue, circled it, sucked on it, all the while keeping my eyes locked on his.

His breathing grew heavier. “Do you know what you’re asking for, little girl?”

I almost nodded—but then thought it might be more fun if I answered no. So I shook my head, pulled my lips from his thumb. “Show me.”

He unbuckled.

Unbuttoned.

Unzipped.

Then he reached inside his pants and pulled out his cock, which was huge and thick and hard. He stroked himself a few times, and I felt myself growing wetter.

“Let me,” I whispered.

He positioned the tip at my lips and I licked it like an ice cream cone with my tongue. One side then the other. Around in a circle. This way and that, while he gripped his shaft in his fist and worked his hand slowly up and down.

“Like that?” I asked coyly, batting my lashes at him.

“Fuck yes. Now open your mouth.”