A gentleman would double check.
Not this man.
I was finished with playing sexual games with her. It was time to take what I wanted. As I tugged the belt free, I enjoyed the way her chest rose and fell. In the dress she was wearing, I’d seen a perfect outline of her taut nipples every moment she’d been excited.
Which had been frequent.
She wanted this as much as I did if not more.
Plus, she needed the release.
Maybe we both did.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Always defiant. Always questioning my motives.
“Giving you what you deserve.” It was impossible to keep from scorching a heated look down her body with my eyes. She was beautiful no matter if she was flustered or angry, sad or pensive.
But my favorite look was her writhing under me in the throes of passion. When I had jerked the belt free, I’d expected her to jump or perhaps try to get away. She was shifting her hips back and forth, her lips pursed while she studied me in the mirror.
Goddamn, I was hot and horny.
I snapped the leather and still, she didn’t move other than for her lips to turn upward. I took a deep breath and slid my hand under her dress while I placed the belt on the counter. She didn’t fight me as I tugged on her thong, slowly lowering it past her rounded hips.
She did lift one leg then the other when I removed it completely. As I pulled the soft material to my face, inhaling her sweetness, she bit her lower lip in the most provocative way.
Even her scent was more powerful than before. I pocketed the lace, grinning when I did.
“You’ll get those back when you learn to be a good girl.”
“That will take a little while.”
“Yes, it will.” I jerked the dress up past her hips, grinning when I heard someone outside rattling the door.
There was no nervousness in her, just raw need. We had a strange and very powerful effect on each other. I pulled her back, forcing her to arch her back.
She inhaled and I noticed her grip on the edge of the counter was white knuckled. I also couldn’t help but notice her hot breath had created steam on the mirror. Or was it from the humidity?
Grabbing the belt, I folded it then rubbed the edge down her back. I nudged her legs further apart, almost laughing from the way my mouth was watering. I could certainly see myself getting off on providing lessons in discipline on a regular basis.
Maybe I was as sadistic as the last girl I’d dated had tossed out. What did I care?
She arched her back, pushing up from the counter a split second before I cracked the strap across her bottom.
The sound reverberated beautifully.
We both took a deep breath. While her body was already shaking, I had a sense it was from anticipation and adrenaline. I was already at the point of tremendous need. The lunch and her company had driven me crazy. There was no other word for it.
I cracked the belt twice more, taking a deep breath as the scent of her desire became even more pronounced. She shuddered visibly while licking her lips.
The movement caught my eye and I was momentarily transfixed. The look in her eyes remained daring, so much so I wasn’t in the mood to be careful or gentle.
With four more strikes from the belt, she finally threw her head back, allowing an exquisite view of her long neck.
A deep craving to mark her with my teeth rushed through me. The ultimate move in claiming a mate. In this case, the woman who refused to make my life easy. I rubbed the tips of three fingers under her dress, caressing her skin before fingering her spine.
She never took her eyes off me even as I brought the belt down four more times in rapid succession. In fact, she smiled as if she was enjoying the hell out of herself.
I yanked at her dress as it continued to fall, ready to rip it from her body. The whiff of her desire lingered in my nostrils, infusing my senses. I slipped my hand between her legs, cupping her mound. She was so hot to the touch.
