She noticed, of course she did—nothing escaped her gaze. A sly smile played at the corners of her lips as she raised the wine glass to her mouth, taking a slow sip. Her tongue darted out to lick a single drop from her lower lip, and Ryan groaned quietly, his hips twitching involuntarily.
She set the glass down on the table beside her, the clink of crystal against wood echoing in the room. “Stand up,” she commanded, her voice firm. Ryan obeyed immediately, rising to his feet, his erection now painfully obvious. She stood as well, her movements fluid, graceful. She approached him like a panther stalking its prey, her eyes locked onto his. She stopped just inches from him, close enough that he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with the wine on her breath.
Without warning, she reached out and gripped his cock through his pants, her fingers tracing the outline of his length. Ryan gasped, his body jerking forward. She chuckled softly, her other hand coming up to grasp his chin, tilting his head down so he was looking directly into her eyes. “See?” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “I told you we expect more.”
Her hand tightened around his cock, stroking him through the fabric of his pants. Ryan moaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, but he knew better than to move without permission. She controlled this game, and he was just a player in her hands.