Free Yours Book 3: Life Mastered by Blue Saffire Page B

flick my tongue against her chocolate skin and Sephora hisses out a breath.
    Her fingers lock in my hair and tighten, as she tugs my head back. She is biting her full bottom lip, and her eyes are filled with lust. I bite back a groan.
    “You’re taking too long, Baby,” She purrs with that mischievous smile on her lips. “Let’s go.”
    I smirk back and nod my head. I am more than turned on right now. I lift my hands up to push the fabric from her shoulders. It floats to the floor, and I reach around to unclasp her bra. I gather the straps with my fingertips and pull them down. Her breasts bounce free as the cups release their tight hold.
    Instead of cupping one of her heavy mounds and sucking it into my mouth, I drop my butt back onto my heels, drop my head and place my hands on my thighs. I hear more than see Sephora move away from me and across the room.
    I don’t move as I hear her settle across the room. A few minutes go by before the room fills with music. It is a song I added to the playlist because I have heard Sephora listening to it on repeat. I remember the title of the song being Addicted . If I am not mistaken the artist is Tweet.
    “I’m waiting, Honey. You are still wearing too many clothes, pet,” Sephora giggles.
    I smile broadly, but I let her have her fun. I loosen my tie and pull it off, tossing it with the pile of her clothes. I shrug my suit jacket off next.
    “Slow down, Baby. Feel the music,” Sephora instructs in a sultry voice. I tilt my head to the side, but I don’t look up at her. “I want to see your face, Love, look at me.”
    At her command, I lift my head and look to find her seated on the throne that I left in the center of the room from the last time we were in here. Locking eyes with her I push the button to my shirt through the loops one by one.
    Sephora sits on the throne looking sexy as sin, with her legs across and her hands on the armrests. Since the last time I had my eyes on her, she has found something to pull her hair up into a messy bun. I want to say fuck this and take control back so that I can devour her, but I hold myself in check and start to sway with the music as I pull the shirt from my body and toss it aside.
    Sephora’s eyes dance with amusement as I really get into this striptease. I lift to my feet and toe off my shoes. I pull my socks off next and release my belt and unfasten my pants. I roll my hips as I come out of my pants.
    I can’t help the cocky grin on my face when Sephora’s eyes drop to my full erection. I never get tired of her reaction to my hard cock. My cock jerks as she licks her lips.
    Instead of following through on what my cock wants I drop to my knees once again. I don’t drop my head, however. I watch Sephora, taking in the way her thoughts cross her face. I can see her hunger for sex, but I also see her look at the food I had brought in for her.
    She is so adorable. I have to fight not to make the decision for her. When she comes to a decision, she crooks her finger for me to come to her. I go to stand to move forward, but she barks out for me to halt.
    “On your knees, Slave. Crawl to me,” she rolls her lips in to suppress her laugh, and I can see in her eyes that she doesn’t believe that I will actually follow through with her command.
    Well, I shock the shit out of my wife when I drop to all fours and start to crawl towards her. That’s when Sephora shocks the hell out of me. I see the transformation. The moment she truly becomes a domme and me her sub.
    That’s it, Baby. Good girl, take control. I’m all yours.
    ~ B~
    Sephora
    I can’t believe he is doing this. I thought he was joking, but the moment he dropped to all fours obediently, it clicked into place. I know Nick, and this is his way of rewarding me on a level that no one else would ever understand.
    Nick doesn’t give up control. I have never topped in our relationship in any way. Suddenly, I feel the power he is handing me course through me. I uncross my legs