Free Play Me Hot by Tracy Wolff

Chapter One
Sebastian
    Aria is trembling. Whether from fear or desire I don’t know, but it’s a question I need answered before I go any further. And we are going further—there’s no doubt as to that. The only question is when. Now, if she’s ready. Later, if she needs time to get used to what I want from her, used to where I want to take her.
    I want to give her the world, not make her afraid of it.
    She sighs, a quiet, intoxicating thing that I might have overlooked if I wasn’t pressed up against her, my body crowding hers, the back of her head resting against my shoulder. I press a kiss to her temple and she responds by burrowing closer. Turning her head so that her face is buried in my neck. We fit together perfectly, thanks to the four inch heels she wears for work, her back resting against my front. Her sweet ass cradling my rock-hard dick.
    “You didn’t answer me,” I tell her, left hand stroking her hip while my right slides around her torso, cupping her left breast. I pull her even closer.
    “I don’t—” Her voice breaks and she clears her throat before starting again. “I don’t know what to say.”
    Of course she doesn’t. She can take a rich bastard down without breaking a sweat, can let the most blatant, unwanted advances roll right off her back. But one glimpse of real desire, real need, and she’s lost. It’s just one more reason why I want to be the one who takes her on this journey. Who opens her eyes to the myriad possibilities and pleasures she barely knows exist.
    Stroking her aching, aroused nipple, I listen for the way her breathing pattern changes. Relish the way her whole body tightens against mine. “Say yes,” I urge as I run my thumb back and forth over the tight bud, a little harder with each pass.
    “Sebastian.” Her voice breaks in the middle but her back arches, pressing her breast more firmly into my palm. I give her the pressure, the touch, she’s so blatantly asking for.
    “Say you want me to take control.” I slide the hand on her hip down a little, curve it around the upper part of her leg so that my fingers are stroking the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
    “Say you want to learn what it means to have total command—of yourself, of your body. Of your pleasure. Of your partner.” There can be no misunderstandings. Not with what I want to do to her.
    A part of me thinks I should back off, let her think, but it’s too late for that. Too late for me to just step back and let her go. Not when her every broken sigh makes my dick harder and my focus sharper.
    I squeeze her nipple now, roll it between my thumb and forefinger. Not hard enough to hurt, not yet. Just hard enough to make her whimper, make her shake. To remind her of what’s coming if she says yes.
    “I want—” Her voice breaks again. This time I don’t help her out. This time I push her a little further, my fingers skimming along the seam of her leg where it meets her hip. Rubbing back and forth against the lace there. Back and forth. Back and forth. Until she’s squirming against me, her breath coming in ragged fits and starts.
    “
Sebastian
.” Her voice is low, husky, nearly unrecognizable and my whole body tightens as I register the tension in it. The surrender she doesn’t yet know how to voice.
    “Yes, Aria?” I slip first one finger inside her panties, and then a second. She’s wet and hot and trembling and I want nothing more than to bring her off, bring her over again and again and again. But she’s not there yet, not quite ready for all the things I plan to do to her.
    And so I wait, stroking my fingers softly, slowly, along the petals of her sex. She gasps then, her hands coming backward over her head to circle my neck. To hold me closer.
    I like the feel of her hands on me, almost as much as I like the feel of
my
hands on
her
. I slip my thumb inside her panties now, too, as a reward. I toy with her clit even as I press one finger between her lips and stroke, stroke,