If this was what he really needed, I’d do it. We’d get it over with so I could go home. And a small part enjoyed what happened on the stairs and wasn’t totally against exploring what would happen if I let Pierce have a little control.
But just a bit.
“Fine.”
He considered himself such a big shot, I figured he would see my acceptance coming and, in the end, never do it for real.
Plus, the two of us played the whole seductive game. I readjusted and crawled to Pierce slowly, keeping my eyes on him even when my tongue darted out and ran across my top lip. I pushed my shoulders together to give myself great cleavage, and I didn’t miss when his gaze dipped lower for a second.
My actions had unintended consequences, though. Seeing him turned me on too. When I came within a few inches of Pierce, he reached out, grabbed me, and then pulled me across his legs as he settled on the bed.
I squealed.
That stupid brain aneurysm again.
Being this close I couldn’t miss the scent of his cologne, and I took a large breath, the movement causing me to relax in our position. Something hard and long poked against the middle of my stomach. Pierce definitely enjoyed our positions. Too bad I did as well.
Right when I’d been about to complain his hand connected with my left ass cheek.
“Ow.” That time the hit came much harder than how he’d smacked me on the steps.
At the same time his palm fisted my cheek, and he rubbed the pain away. He whispered a quick, “Shhh. I’ll make it feel better.”
I wiggled against him in a half-hearted attempt to get away, but between his hand rubbing my ass and his dick against my stomach the burn became a soothing ache and other parts of me warmed as well.
Parts I refused to address.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Katy.” He placed one elbow on my back to hold me and then used his other to lower the top of my pants, exposing my butt to the room.
“I have not,” I argued and wiggled again. His hand on bare flesh would hurt. Probably. Did I want to find out?
Smack.
There was no time to consider it any longer, but the burn turned to pleasure quicker than it had earlier. His palm over the sensitive skin relaxed my muscles and my legs fell open.
“You love it. Don’t you?” he purred. Pierce sat too close. I felt, smelled, and tasted him everywhere.
His legs were in the way so I couldn’t cross my arms. “I do not.”
We both knew I lied. As soon as I told Pierce to stop, he would. He was one of those ridiculous gentlemen like that. Even if doing so caused me great distress. He may have taken over the town and stolen it out from underneath the citizens, but he wouldn’t do that to a woman.
We were like this every time we came together, but then in his bedroom I gave him a few minutes of control, my tie to him strengthened more than ever. My heart called out, rejoicing that finally Pierce and I were together again and also in dismay because I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen.
We were so far along now I didn’t think I’d be able to stop.
I didn’t want him to ever stop.
He lowered my pants again and my legs parted even further, giving him access, but Pierce didn’t spank me again. Right as my anticipation grew and my muscles clenched waiting for his hand to make contact, he flipped me over so I was on my back sprawled out on his bed.
Then his weight loomed over me caging me in to the most exquisite place in the world, between his arms.
“Do you want me to make it feel better?” he whispered, his lips lingering against mine. They only touched lightly as he spoke.
“Yes,” I panted.
With what felt like a sweep of his hands he pushed my pants and underwear the rest of the way down my legs as his body repositioned on the lower half my body. Strong movement shoved my legs wider until my lower half was paired to Pierce. His head rested between my legs before I gathered an argument. Not that I planned to.
Pierce’s tongue ran circles around my clit and opening in a big figure-eight pattern. He traced a circle over my seam and I moaned, letting my eyes close.
