Free Adrianna's Undies by Lacey Alexander

game-playing, he felt their history when he touched her. He’d taken more pleasure from one flick of his finger through her sweet, hot cunt than he would have from a thousand lap dances from a thousand gorgeous, naked strippers.
    Touching her in the car made having teased her, punished her, with the stripper seem almost childish, a worthless act. Touching her had made him realize he was wasting time. He’d thought he needed to take a few hours to prime her, to ease her into a submissive state, and from a practical standpoint, he knew he’d been right—but at the same time, now, all he wanted was to be alone with her. He still wanted to drive her crazy, he still wanted to eke and cajole and coax full-on sexual submission from her—but he wanted to do it privately now. He wanted to feast his eyes on her body; he wanted to touch her at will.
    Once in the room, he flipped the lock on the door, slid the chain into place, then turned to face her.
    He was clearly feeling too much here because just looking at her in that sinfully hot dress and those built-for-bondage boots was making him crazy inside, crazy lustful, crazy with wanting her—but maybe he should have expected that. And wasn’t that what he’d wanted? To feel so much for her that it consumed him? Wasn’t that when sex was the absolute best?
    She stood before him, near the bed, waiting patiently now for his next command. He loved that. And he wanted to get her as worked up and excited again as she’d been before, as he was now.
    “Lower your dress over those gorgeous tits,” he told her. “Let me see them.”
    Obediently—more so than he’d believed she could be there for a while—she reached up both hands and peeled down the front of the dress to put her glorious breasts on display. He still couldn’t get over how they’d grown from when he’d last seen her topless, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on them, his cock between them. But first things first.
    “Play with your nipples,” he said. They were already stiff and pointed for him, but he wanted to see her touch them.
    Licking her upper lip and raising her eyes to his only slightly, she used both index fingers and thumbs to tweak and twirl the turgid pink peaks. He feared his cock would burst through his suit pants if he didn’t free it soon. It felt like a fucking rocket, ready to blast off.
    “Now take off your dress,” he instructed. “Slowly.”
    As she eased her way out of the sexy garment, Tristan’s chest tightened with more lust than he’d known a man could feel. He’d seen her in the revealing leather lingerie earlier, of course—hell, he’d put her in it himself. But now, after all the titillation the evening had held, seeing her like that—her breasts majestically exposed, her hair spilling riotously over her shoulders, her long, slender legs looking built to wrap around a man’s hips, her pussy swelling, appearing confined somehow even in crotchless panties—left him short of breath. She was a dominant male’s fantasy come to life, right here in his hotel room.
    “Next, lower the panties.”
    She looked a little surprised at the command, probably since they already allowed easy access to her slit—but the fact was, due to their design, they still covered key parts of her, and they’d done their job. He wanted her completely bare there now.
    Slipping her thumbs into the thin band of leather at each hip, Adrianna peeled the Ultimate Pleasure Panties away, sighing and gasping a little at those last sensations as she pulled them down. She bent at the waist, back arched, breasts thrust forward as she completed the act, finally leaving the panties to fall around the ankles of her boots. As she stepped free of them, her slit parted more fully, allowing a keener look at the pink folds inside.
    “Now walk over to that bureau and open the top drawer,” Tristan said, enjoying the simple act of watching her glide across the room in only the boots, corset and choker. “And