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Emma blinked in surprise. ‘What, no foreplay?’
‘Not yet,’ Patrick said. He was the same age she was and had no authority over her, but he was so cocksure she always wound up deferring to him. Not that she would have had it any other way. She often imagined what it would be like if Patrick were in charge of the hotel, the things he could demand of his best front desk girl, the discipline he could administer when she screwed things up . . .
‘Yes, sir,’ she said, giving him a cheeky grin as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
Patrick watched as she turned the act into a little striptease for him, wiggling her bottom as she shimmied out of her skirt, bending right over to unbuckle her Mary Janes and kick them off, raising her legs to slip off her hold-ups.
When she was down to her white lace bra and knickers he placed his hands on her shoulders. Then he turned her around and bent her over so her hands were on the bed. A shiver went through her at the submissive posture and she trembled a little as he peeled her knickers down, exposing her bottom. She was still wearing the plug, of course. She wouldn’t have dared remove it without his permission.
‘Don’t worry, Em. We’ve got hours yet.’ He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, then filled his hands with her breasts and pulled her back against him. She sighed as she felt the bulge in his trousers pressing against her.
She had always wanted to fuck in the Penhaligon Suite. She imagined Patrick using one of the swords to cut her dress away, slashing her knickers and pressing the cold blade up against her warm, willing cunt. The icy shock of it would only make her hotter. She smiled at the thought of replacing it above the fireplace, stained with her juices.
Patrick turned her around and stepped back to look at her. She chewed her lip as she watched his cock swell even more, threatening to burst free of his tight black trousers.
from "A Touch of Class, A Bit of Rough" by Rose de Fer
Available in Do Not Disturb: an Erotica Collection