Yas got to her feet. Smoothly. Gracefully. She looked like a dancer when she moved like that.
Crossing her arms over her front, she grasped the hem of her shirt and lifted it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Zeus leaned back in the chair again, resting both hands back on the armrests, to enjoy the show.
Chapter 23
Yasmine
Although Yasmine had never felt ashamed of her body—in fact, she very much liked the way she looked—there was something nerve-wracking about stripping in this manner for Zeus. Maybe it was the way he was sitting in her armchair, as if it was a throne, and he was a king watching her strip for his pleasure. Maybe it was because she was more used to men who wanted to help her, touch her while she got undressed, than keep the experience entirely visual.
Whatever the reason, even though he’d already seen her naked, and she knew he liked what he’d seen, her nerves fluttered as she let her shirt drop to the floor. Her stomach tightened when she undid the front of her jeans.
A little bit of her sass came back, and she turned to point her ass directly at him as she bent at the waist to push her jeans down her legs. She could hear his appreciative chuckle, and that helped soothe some of the anxiety that had somehow trickled up her spine. She was starting to wonder if he realized how intimidating he was sometimes.
On the other hand, maybe he did, and he enjoyed it. That seemed very Zeus.
Kicking her feet free, she turned back toward him, sliding her hands up her thighs to her hips, then up her sides before reaching behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. Today’s was a matching dark red lace with a demi-cup bra and a thong. The color looked particularly good with her tanned skin tone and dark hair, and she’d matched her lipstick to it as well.
She caught Zeus’ gaze as she slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting the bra slide down her arms. The heat blazed in his eyes as he watched her, holding her gaze for a long moment before he let it drop and travel over her curves. Her nipples were puckered and swollen. Yasmine’s tongue flicked out against her lower lip as his gaze lingered on her nipples for a long moment.
The clamps were on his lap, waiting to go on her nipples. They weren’t the harshest she owned, but they weren’t the easiest, either. Just knowing they were there, that he was going to use them, was its own particular erotic torment. Partly because she wanted them on, and partly because she knew it was going to hurt once they were.
“Now the thong,” he ordered, his voice low. Demanding.
Yasmine hooked her thumbs into the sides of the underwear and pulled them down slightly before letting them drop to the floor. Going up on her toes, she delicately stepped out of them, stepping toward him at the same time.
“Come here,” he said, picking up the clamps and shifting the little box with her vibrator and remote farther up his leg to make room. Then he patted his lap, indicating exactly where he wanted her.
Gliding forward, Yasmine put her hands on the armrest of the chair, breasts swaying slightly as she bent forward, then put one leg on the chair between the armrest and his leg, followed a moment later by the other, straddling his lap. The position put her breasts just below his face.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered.
Leaning back as she obeyed, the movement thrust her breasts at him. Zeus’ free hand came to rest on her thigh, then slid up her body to cup her breast. Her nipple was swollen and hard as his thumb swept over it, the sensation humming through her, and she sighed with the pleasure of his touch.
“Very pretty,” he murmured, giving her a soft squeeze.
Then he leaned forward to suck her nipple into his mouth, and Yasmine moaned, arching her back. Her hands gripped her elbows to keep from moving and trying to grab hold of his head as he rolled the tender bud between his teeth. The little nip of his bite was just hard enough to sting but not enough to really hurt.
She felt her insides clench in response, her leg muscles tightening, but his legs between them kept her thighs spread too wide to put any pressure on the ache between them. Yasmine squirmed as the hand that had been holding her breast slid behind her back, helping to hold her in place as he sucked and nipped the sensitive nubbin.
By the time he released it, the cool air immediately replacing the warmth of his mouth, her breast felt swollen and heavy, and the opposite was aching in response. She needn’t have worried, though. Zeus’ head shifted, and he immediately moved his attentions to the opposite side of her chest. Yasmine moaned, shuddering as need pulsed through her, her pussy spasming emptily.
She knew he was going to clamp her nipples.
She knew he was going to use the vibrator.
She knew she was going to suck his cock.
What she didn’t know for sure was whether she would get an orgasm out of this, too. Or how much erotic torture he was going to put her through before he gave her one.
Releasing her nipple from his mouth with a small ‘pop’, Zeus gave her a lazy smile of sensual satisfaction as he cupped her right breast in his hand and gave it a rough squeeze. Yasmine hissed out her breath as he closed the clamp around her nipple, crushing the bud he’d plumped with his mouth and tongue. He was watching her reaction carefully.
“Not too tight?” he asked, hefting her other breast in his hand, ready to apply the second clamp.
“No. Not too tight.” She liked the way it hurt.
But she hissed again as he put the second one on, shuddering as the combination of pain and pleasure flashed straight to her clit. Her nipples throbbed against the confines of the clamp, pulsing in time with the need between her thighs. It was a sharp ache she couldn’t escape, which turned her on even more.
Especially when Zeus leaned back against her chair again, hooking his finger around the chain between her nipples, and used it to draw her forward. Down. His head tilted back, so he could meet her lips for a kiss while still pulling on her poor, tormented nipples.