He slid his hands into his pockets while we waited.
“Do your parents know about your breakup with Rebecca?” I asked once we were inside an elevator.
“Of course they know.” He hit the top floor button without hesitation. “My mother never liked Rebecca. Truth is, she was never fond of any of my exes. They called her difficult.”
My brow arched. “Really? She seemed warm to me. I like her. And your father? Straightforward.”
His grin flickered, that devastating smile that made me want to bite my lip. “They like you.” He leaned casually against the glass.
I forced my eyes off him. “Oliver and Erin weren’t here tonight. Why?”
“They’re at another event,” he said, a shrug tightening his shoulders. His mouth flattened into a line that told me there was more to it.
The penthouse was sleek, all glass and clean lines, but I barely noticed it past the thrum in my veins. I tossed my handbag onto the sofa and wrapped my arms around Alistair. He didn’t return it. He stood there, staring out at the city lights. He’d been all over me tonight, heat and hands everywhere, but now there was distance, a wall I couldn’t read.
“Are you alright?” I asked, then rubbed my shoulders, feeling the chill of his silence.
He turned, fingers catching a strand of my hair, winding it slowly around his knuckle. That simple touch reeled me in until there was no space to breathe. His eyes burned into me, merciless. A low growl escaped from his throat as his breath shivered over my lips.
“I’ve got plans for you tonight,” he murmured, letting my hair fall as his mouth brushed mine.
The kiss was instant fire, tongues tangling, bodies colliding. I melted against the hard lines of him: lean hips and sculpted muscle so familiar, so intoxicating.
“What kind of plans, Mister Scott?” I teased, sliding his jacket off his shoulders.
His lashes lowered, a sinful smile tugging at his mouth. “Depends. How far are you willing to go?”
I popped open his collar button, then another, and another, unveiling warm skin and hard planes with deliberate slowness. “As far as you’ll take me.” My voice was reckless, but that was me. I’d always had a taste for danger. And Alistair Scott was pure danger.
“Good girl.” His tone dropped, intimate and commanding. “I remember your safe word.Trust.”
He tugged loose his bowtie, let it hang like a promise at his throat, and slid the zipper of his trousers down inch by inch.
“And yours isFire.” I knelt before him and pulled down his cotton boxers to reveal a long and thick cock. Oh, it was magnificent.
“Good girl, you remember.” He smiled as I massaged his smooth shaft and inhaled his heady scent. “How do you feel, sweetheart?” Alistair untied my halterneck, letting the fabric fall to expose my bare breasts.
“I’m starving for you.” I licked my lips, wanting to taste him.
“You’re ripe for the picking,” he declared, pinching each of my nipples.
“I’m home,” I mouthed, cupping and stroking his balls, drawing out a groan that vibrated through his chest. My tongue flicked over his cock’s salty tip, savoring a droplet of precum. I closed my lips around his length, swallowing him into the heat of my mouth.
“That’s it, you’re my little pet,” Alistair teased, stroking my thigh with his leather crop as I knelt on all fours on the plush bedroom carpet. The room was dark until he lit the scented candles, spicing the air with citrus and cedarwood. It was still dim enough to hide my small, faint abdominal scars in the shadows.
“Let me oil you up first,” Alistair murmured, massaging my backside and ass cheeks with warm lavender oil. His fingers lathered my clit and tickled it before working toward my anal hole and lubricating it with a dose of the oil.
“Relax,” he coaxed, inserting a small plug up my ass. I gasped at the stimulating sensation. “Ooh, that feels so good,” I whimpered.
“I want you to give me your body. I want to have total control of it,” Alistair demanded, placing a Spartacus collar around my neck. The collar was attached to a leash, which he held tightly, restraining my throat possessively. “Do you trust me with your body, Vera?”
“I do.”
Whack.The sharp pain of the crop whipped against my ass cheek. “Oww,” I yelped.
“I’ll give you the best fuck of your life. You’ll never want anyone else by the time I’m done with you. Am I clear?”
I nodded, feeling the sting of his steady whipping on my buttocks and back. “Spare the rod and spoil the child, they say,” Alistair drawled, lashing my raw behind. “You’ve been naughty, Vera. How many lovers have you had this year?”
