I could feel my blood heating and I smiled, watching her tremble under my regard. She should tremble; I wanted her helpless when I finally got her in my arms tonight. I felt my smile widen, lazily, watching those gorgeous tits press against the neckline of her dress. She was afraid. She knew, just like I did, that as soon as my hands were on her, she was mine. She would melt against me and I would take everything I wanted—and she would beg to give it to me. That’s not what happened earlier. I shoved the thought away. She had come here tonight, and if she hoped to come here and not have me take what was mine, she was going to find out that she had made a very big mistake. I saw the attempt at reserve in her eyes, and my blood heated with the desire to punish her for it. I was going to take my time tonight. I wasn’t a saint, of course. I was already rock hard. She was going to put those pretty red lips around my cock until I came in her mouth, and then I was going to take my time with her.
