“I’ll let you boss me around. I’m already wet just thinking about you bossing him. But I’m bossy too,” I add, pushing him again until his back hits the supply shelf with a rattle. I drop my hands to his belt and jerk it loose. He grunts, his hard dick still sticking out the top of his pants. “What do you want, Hurricane?” “I want you aching for me,” I reply, grabbing both his wrists. “Done.” But I shake my head with a tsk. “You don’t know the meaning of the word. Not yet.” With that, I slap his belt around his wrists and raise them up over his head.
