“Good,” he whispered in her ear. “You look far better with your clothes off.”
Stepping closer he reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She felt her own breath quicken as the garment released its tight hold on her breasts. He pulled it forward over he shoulders and down her arms, before he allowed it to fall to the floor. Instantly she felt her nipples swell; she was excited. The feeling of nakedness was electric; John himself was still fully clothed. She did not have the power to undress him; she was there to do his bidding, not the other way around.
John brought his hands up to her waiting breasts and began to stroke them gently. His touch was so light and so delicate that she could almost feel her skin reach out to him. Her nipples were dying to be touched. She brought her face close to his neck, an indication that he was to continue, a display of her submission to his will. John responded by bringing his hands to her waiting nipples and squeezing them hard between his fingers and thumbs. She gasped in pleasure and pain, as a wave of sexual electricity ran from her nipples to her clit. Soon she could feel herself throbbing and swelling. In a matter of moments and with barely a touch, this man had brought her to a high state of sexual arousal. Suddenly the dildo did not seem like enough to satisfy her.
She leaned forward and placed her open mouth on the bare neck above his collar and kissed him gently. She wanted more involvement; she wanted to take things further. To satisfy the sudden, all-consuming desire she felt. Instead John took his hands from her half-naked body and stepped back from her.
“Right, Amanda,” he said, looking directly in her eyes, “we have work to do.”