It’s a strange, unfamiliar feeling.
But it’s not uncomfortable. It isn’t burrowing into my bones making me feel on edge and wound up.
No. Instead, it feels warm, like it’s always been there, hiding away until the time was right.
“That’ll be ten-pound, fifty, mate.” The taxi driver pulls the car to the curb, lowering the privacy partition and peering over his shoulder slightly to look at me.
Too busy trying to wiggle my wallet out of my trouser pocket, I miss as Giselle unlocks her phone, tapping the device to the card reader which beeps in acceptance of her payment.
“Thanks, darlin’.” The cabbie grins, handing over her receipt.
“What did I tell you, Gee?” I step out into the cold night, feeling the wind nip at the tip of my nose.
“I don’t know.” She plays dumb, her heels making contact with the ground as she steps out of the taxi inches behind me. “What did you tell me, Hudson?”
I don’t know if it’s the sound of my name on her tongue, or the tone of her voice – dripping with disobedience and play – but I’m closing the back door to the taxi and then pressing her up against it, uncaring what the taxi driver thinks.
“You know exactly what I told you.” I press my lips to hear ear, relishing in the shiver I feel course through her body. Inhaling deeply, I touch the cold tip of my nose to her soft neck, bottling up the smell of the dot of perfume still coating her skin, while hearing Giselle gasp gently. “When we’re out, it’s my money we use. I pay. Those are the rules, and you know it, Giselle… and I never had you for much of a rule breaker.”
Her chest rises unsteadily, breasts brushing against the front of my coat.
I don’t know what I expect, but it certainly isn’t for Giselle to hook her finger into the loop of my scarf, pulling me until our faces are level and she can reach the shell of my ear easily.
“Well, you’re wrong, Hudson. I’m not a good girl and I certainly don’t follow the rules… what you do about that, is up to you.”
I raise a brow, my cock beginning to throb in my boxers. “Up to me, huh?”
“Uh huh.” Giselle nods, those top teeth of hers sinking into her plush, ruby red coated, bottom lip. “If I hadn’t made it clear before… I’m yours to do whatever you please with, Hudson. Punishment and reward.”
Chapter 24
Hudson
Ifeel the smirk dancing about my lips take over the rest of my face at the sound of Giselle’s words.
Grabbing her hand, I pull her away from the taxi and into my apartment building. Warmth blasts from the heaters in the lobby, thawing out our skin, as I slam my palm into the up button beside the lift.
Giselle tucks herself into my side for the entire ride upwards, only breaking away when we reach my floor and I have to fish in the depths of my pocket to get my key and unlock my flat door.
I jam my thumb into the thermostat beside the door, turning up the heat, before glancing back around at Giselle.
“Nice place,” she praises, spinning in a circle so she can see everything.
For the first time since I began renting out my flat, I feel like I see it again for the first time through Giselle’s eyes.
White washed walls, which separate the kitchen from the living room and the living room from the bedroom, an old beaten up leather sofa from my parent’s drawing room positioned in front of my TV, with the light smattering of photographs I have dotted on the walls.
“Is this your dad?” Giselle asks, standing before a dark blue frame containing a smiling photo of my father and myself as a small boy.
I take the empty space beside her, grabbing onto her waist. I can’t get enough. I need to feel her beneath my fingertips at the very least, if not taste her on the tip of my tongue. “Yep.”
She nods, peering at me out of the corner of her eye. “He’s hot.”
I slide my hand two inches down her body, pinching the thick flesh of her arse through those fucking painted on leather jeans of hers in warning. “Don’tcall my dad hot.”
“Why not?” She shrugs. “He is!”
I roll my eyes, letting my hand drop as I move to step away.
