Leopard 03 - Burning Wild

being told.
    “Kneel this time.”
    She returned to the position in front of him and dropped to her knees, reaching for his belt buckle, knowing the picture she made, knowing she was making him harder each time she complied with his orders. The experience was making her more moist than ever, more ready for him. Her knuckles deliberately brushed over his thickened shaft several times, while she opened his trousers and pulled them and his underwear from his hips. At eye level, his erection was intimidating, thick and long and angry looking as it burst free from the confines of his clothing.
    Emma folded his trousers and took them to the chair.
    “Get up on my desk, Emma, on your hands and knees.”
    “Jake . . .” Emma glanced at the door, a faint frown on her face.
    “On the desk. Don’t look at the door. Look at me.”
    Her gaze locked with his and immediately was held captive. She moistened her lips and slowly climbed onto his desk, ending up on all fours. There was something very sensual about kneeling on top of his desk, her body on display for him as he walked around, looking at her from every angle, inspecting her as if she were his prized possession.
    “Knees apart for me.” She had the most beautiful ass. Round. Firm. Her skin rose-petal soft. “Farther, Emma.” His voice went husky. He caressed her bottom with his palm, rubbing her satin skin. “You’re so beautiful. I could look at you all day.”
    Jake continued to walk slowly around his desk, his breath coming in a ragged rush at the sight she made. She was beautiful, like a sleek cat. She reminded him of one, her movements graceful, sensuous, fluid even, the muscles sliding under her silky soft skin. Her hair hung down in a heavy fall of red waves. Her breasts were beautiful, the nipples erect, begging for his attention. And her bottom. He couldn’t stop his hand from stroking her smooth buttocks, the heart-stopping shape that drew his gaze like a magnet.
    He rubbed for a moment, enjoying the feel of her skin, smooth as silk, soft as a rose petal. Deliberately he brought his hand down hard on the smooth skin and then rubbed the reddening spot with tender caresses before repeating the action a second time. “That’s two, Emma, for the two minutes you were late getting here.”
    She hissed, an animalistic sound of hostility, turning her head to glare at him. “Is this supposed to be the sensual spanking you were telling me about? Because I don’t think it’s working for me.”
    He slid his fingers into her channel. The air escaped her in a heated rush. “I’d say you were finding it sensual.” He showed her his fingers, slick, coated with her cream.
    She wanted to deny it, but there was something so sensual about the way Jake moved around her, pacing like an animal, his gaze so intent, so focused, a soft, mesmerizing sound rumbling in his chest.
    The golden eyes were hypnotic. He licked his fingers and she nearly came on the spot.
    Emma tossed her head, aware she was burning inside, a hot furnace of need. And the way he was looking at her, possessively, as if she were his , her body belonging to him, was making her even wetter for him.

    Intellectually she found her reaction interesting. There was no doubt that her body wanted to submit to his. Her hips pushed back against his hand, wanting more of the erotic massage. She yelped when he brought his hand down once more and then rubbed again. It hadn’t hurt, but it did make her body glow, the furnace burning hotter.
    “What was that for?”
    “Deliberately making me wait before you took your clothes off.”
    “Is this going to be one of the times you teach me all about adult sex?” Emma asked weakly. “The sex I know nothing about?” She was beginning to think there might be something to his lessons, even though she was trying to be a smart mouth. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending focused on him, every sense heightened.
    “Yes. So behave. You’re being sarcastic.”
    “Jake.” He was massaging her buttocks, alternating between soft caressing strokes and rougher, deep-tissue massage. The combination made her weak with need.
    “Yes?”
    “Are you going to make me wait a long time before you take me? Because I’m quite willing now.” She was very aware he’d said two hours of her time. Two hours was going to be endless if he didn’t pick up the pace and take care of her very needy body.
    He laughed softly. “A very long time.”
    “What if I’m not so receptive a