How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 4: A Tempting Proposition

She moaned loudly, heart pounding, knees shaking, threatening to buckle beneath her. His warm breath against her ear caused her own to turn shallow. 

"I guess I was right," he whispered. "You are wet. Matter of fact, you're soaking."

She whimpered, her head bobbing up and down in regard. "Y–Yes, sir, I...I am." She grasped the lapels of his suit jacket in an effort to hold her up. 

His fingers put pressure on her nub, then began to rub it with slow teasing circles. 

"Ah!" She cried out, throwing her head back and gripping his lapels tighter, pleasure radiating through her legs.

This was the moment, the moment she had been craving for since she discovered the type of man he was yesterday. She wanted his touch, his fingers or his mouth on her most sensitive spot, and now that she had it, she never wanted it to end.

"How long have you been this wet, Amy?"

She bit her lip and whimpered. "S–S–S...Since yesterday– last night."

"I can tell." He turned his head, his lips pressing closer to her ear, "I smelled it on you the moment I walked in." Suddenly, his fingers got greedier, rubbing her faster, shock waves of pleasure shooting straight down to her toes.

"Holy shit–D-Doctor Masters!" She cried.

"Maybe I shouldn't be wasting my time on Courtney," he murmured, "maybe I should focus my efforts on you."

Her climax was stirring, building stronger with the motion of his fingers, her hips rocking closer. She pressed her forehead against his chest, breathing heavily, his scent intoxicating her all over again. "Please..."

He moaned softly, his fingers slowing, causing her to shake her head with another whimper. "Mmm, I love it when they beg." 

His choice of words and the husky whisper he uttered them in, had her growing even wetter. She attempted to press herself closer, to ride his fingers, wanting more, wanting all of what he could give her and then some. 

"Why don't you take her place. You know you want to. Do you really want to give all this up to another girl?"

Her head shook slowly from side to side. "N–No, sir. I want...I want it."

His fingers increased their rhythm. Amy moaned and squirmed helplessly, her climax building stronger, bringing her closer to release. "How bad do you want it, Amy?"

Her heart slammed against her ribs, her breathing heavy and uncontrollable, sweat covering nearly every inch of her body. "Des–desperately!" She was right there, nearly at her peak, ready to scream his name with the pleasure that washed over her when...

His fingers stopped.

She whimpered as he pulled his hand away, her pleasure going along with it. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him, blinking in utter astonishment. He looked down at her, his expression blank, but a trace of lust darkening his eyes. Grabbing her wrist, he slid the moist fingers of his other hand into his mouth, moaning softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

There was no doubt in her mind that those fingers were the same ones he had just used on her clit, but the sight of him tasting her and his content moan made her whimper with longing, her sex throbbing with the desperate need to be satisfied. Slapping his hand over her other wrist, he pried her off of his jacket and shoved her backward onto the bed.

Eric squared his shoulders, meticulously smoothing out the wrinkles and tugging at the lapels of his suit jacket and straightening his tie, "if you want to come, you're going to have to earn it."