Page 13 of Dancing With Temptation

“Trust me, Lincoln, you have to trust me.” Her words soothed the sudden burst of fear that made him tense up.

Their eyes met and Lincoln felt his body begin to relax. This wouldn’t be so bad. He had to trust her. Experience the moment and trust her. Just as she’d have to trust him when she was in this same position.

He felt blood throb through his cock as he imagined her lying here in his place. That’s when Roxie turned the machine on, and he felt the first whispers of sensation around his nipples. “Fuck!”

“Nice, isn’t it?” Roxie purred with a smug smile. She knew exactly what she was causing and enjoyed every moment of power she had over him.

Lincoln’s body and brain responded to that in a way he hadn’t expected. He loved seeing her in so much control, even though he now wanted his own turn at it. Seeing the woman that he now called Roxie so in control of the moment was intoxicating. She was beautiful, powerful, and every moment with her enthralled him.

“Now.” She continued when he didn’t respond. “I’ll turn it up a little at a time.”

But instead of turning up the dial, she put the small, handheld device down and placed her hands on his chest, just below his nipples. He wanted to ask her what she was about to do but stopped himself. She looked so good when she was in control, he didn’t want it to stop.

But then, wasn’t the whole idea here that he was supposed to challenge her to be a good dom? Make her give him what he wanted, even when she was the one in control? He was certain he’d read that in some of his studying. Maybe that was more about brats, though? It didn’t matter, not when her hands were skimming the top of his boxer briefs in a very suggestive way.

A way that suggested she’d go further if he just gave the right response. But what was the right response? To beg her to touch him? To put her hand down his shorts and stroke him?

He groaned in frustration, knowing that if he did the wrong thing she’d back off.

“What’s wrong, Link?” She teased, her finger sliding over the very tip of his hard cock now. She’d avoided it until he groaned, now she ran her finger very deliberately down into his shorts just enough to slide down the tip a little more. “You have to tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me.” The words burst from between his lips before he could stop them.

“How do you want me to touch you, Lincoln?”

He could barely think as that finger of hers slid down again, deeper to slide along the length of him. She paused, her breasts nearly touching him, her lips so close to his that he could almost feel them.

“Where do you want me to touch you, Lincoln?” He felt the brush of her lips and thought his brain would explode. But he hadn’t been paying attention to her other hand and he paid for it when he felt the fluttering, electric sensation from the electrodes increase.

The sensation made him gasp in delighted surprise, left his brain adrift as the hand down his shorts splayed out before it grasped around his girth.

“Is this what you want, Link?” She asked with delicious sternness. “You have to answer me, you know? Otherwise, I’ll just stop.”

She pulled her hand away and stood up straight, her face as stern as her voice. He wanted to please her, wanted to do this right, but he didn’t know what the right answer was!

“I don’t.” He started, but his throat was dry, closed off as he tried to speak. He swallowed, looked over her tempting body, and tried again. “I want whatever you want, Roxie.”

“Very good answer, Lincoln.” Her smile was pleased this time. “You deserve a reward.”

He was confused when she pushed a button and the table lowered down to the floor. “This is the part where you show me how well you can use your mouth, Lincoln. Show me how good you are now.”

She knelt above his shoulders, her hands on each side of his waist, and lowered the sweet flesh of her pussy down to his mouth. And turned the dial up on the electrodes just as she did so. Fuck, she was going to kill him.

But at least he knew now that she didn’t have any underwear on at all. Only a lace top that he really wished she’d take off.

7

Roxie

She shouldn’t have done this, but the longer she’d looked at him strapped down on that table, the more she’d wanted to ride his cock. The need to fuck him overwhelmed her unexpectedly, so this was the next best thing. It would teach him more about what it was like to give pleasure while not being able to control his own, she told herself as his tongue lashed at her folds.

He found the right spot quickly and she had to adjust her position, sit up a little higher, when all she wanted was to bend further down and deep throat his gorgeous cock. She wanted to groan his name, beg him for more, trade him places, but she had to teach him how to do this right. The only way he’d know what to do was to experience the other side of it. That’s what she’d told herself when she came up with this bright idea anyway, she thought, furiously trying to distract herself from the need to let go and explode as quickly as she could. He was talented with his tongue, but she had to be in control.

When his hips twitched on the table, she moved just enough to push his shorts down. His lips were sealed around her clit, promised her mere seconds until she rocketed into space, but maybe if she distracted herself from his lips...

She pulled her body away from his face to swallow down what she could of him without warning. She hadn’t even gripped his cock to guide him into her throat, just took him in, and her reward was the jerk of his hips as he groaned in total abandon. Perhaps even submission, she couldn’t help but think smugly.

What guy was truly in control, for real, when his dick was in someone’s mouth? Roxie hummed in delighted happiness, eager to take back control. She hadn’t been sure how Lincoln would react to being strapped down like this, but he’d proven himself a willing learner.