I ran my hands down his chest, through his dress shirt. Feeling the hardness of his muscles, to only have him grab my wrist, pushing my hand down at my side.
"What are you doing to me?"
I swallowed my pride. What's left of it anyway.
"I want to touch you. I want you Darryl." Frowning a bit at the triumph in his eyes. I didn't like giving him the satisfaction of winning, but it was to late to change things now.
"So, you want me."
"Yes."
The words comes out strangled. The truth, I am aching right now. Hot. Wet and desperate. I have no idea what he has planned. My heart, beating loudly in my chest. Knowing that I'll agree to anything.
"Place your left leg on the sink. I want to see you get off."
"Yes." I manage to say as I comply.
"Yes, sir." He corrects, face hard and unreadable. My core clenching at the thought of what's going on in his head.
We stand there staring at each other for a long time while I am hot as a hare.
"Lean your back against the wall. Push your hips forward. I want a good view."
My nipples becoming taunt under his gaze. I see that he wants to touch me, but he holds himself back. Reaching in his pocket, he removes some candy. Pink, red and blue m&m's. Handing me a few.