Gwen
“Stop.” That command, the pure dominance in his voice, makes my panties turn to liquid. I have been waiting for this, begging for it really. I knew what I was doing and relief swept over me when he finally gave that command just before it started racing again with excitement. I can’t remember ever being turned on by a single word, and maybe it isn’t even just the word, but the lust that is clear in his voice that made my panties practically disintegrate.
I stay on my knees in front of the couch, not daring to move as I hear him get up from the couch, hear his footsteps on the soft carpet. I kept my head down, my breathes coming out hard and fast. My body tingles with excitement, but I still don’t move, even as his feet stop in front of me. I will wait for him to tell me what to do
