She lay limp in his arms, indignation apparent in her expression. "You said you would get me off!"
"I am," he said, a hint of warning in his voice. "Be patient." He remained in place inside her without moving. As he kissed her, she tried to move on him, needing the friction to reach release, but he stopped her.
"Quit that or you won't come tonight." Her hips move as he said the words and he shakes her head. "You only respond to threats, don't you? You've been a very bad girl." He looked around the room, scratching his nonexistent beard, and then turned to her. "Where are your toys?" he asked gruffly. Her eyes lit up like stars and she tried to scramble off the desk to show him. "Stay," he ordered.
