"Up," she said, offering him her hands. His fingers threaded through hers and he climbed to his feet, standing inches from her, erection pressing up between them. They stayed that way for a moment, her holding his hands tight, just looking at each other. Then she slipped her fingers free, placed his hands at his sides and cupped his cheeks in her palms, pulling him down to her and kissing him hard.
"You are a delicious, naughty little boy."
She slipped her hand between them and wrapped it around him, stroking slowly but firmly. "Tell me," she murmured, "What did you expect to happen, here, today? What did you imagine while you were touching yourself like this?"
They should move to the bed. It would be more comfortable. But Muriel made no move. She liked him here, right where she'd demanded he be, in her hand and trying so very hard to be meek.