“Can’t you apply it before you do it? To help with the pain?”
“I’m afraid not. It has to be done after. But I’ll do it quickly.”
He nods and places his leather belt back between his upper and lower teeth, this time presenting his left shoulder.
I grab the Club brand and make quick work. The Club takes up more space than the Ace, so I imagine it’s more painful since more skin is being burned, but Harrison remains steady as I remove the brand and apply the ointment.
Once he stops gritting his teeth and opens his eyes, he flops back onto his couch. “Fuck. Maddox owes me big time.”
“He does.” I sit next to him, caressing his cheek gently. “Does it help if I tell you that they make you look kind of sexy?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Do they?”
“Might just be the fact that you’re kind of sexy. No way to tell. Which reminds me.” I jump to my feet and pull a small pair of black shorts speckled with white clubs out of my purse. “These will be your uniform tonight. You’ll probably want to try them on, make sure they fit.”
He takes the shorts. “These will barely cover one ass cheek, Bianca.”
“They’re made of spandex. They’ll fit.” My cheeks warm. “But they’ll be pretty tight. Won’t leave a whole lot to the imagination.”
He lets out a sardonic laugh. “Again. Maddox fucking owes me.” He gets to his feet and is about to head to the bathroom when he stops. “Guess I can change in front of you. It’s not like you haven’t seen everything at this point.”
I bat my eyes. “You certainly won’t get any complaints from me.”
He undoes his jeans, pulls them off, and then strips off his boxer briefs. I suck in a breath. He’s not hard—at least, not fully—but his cock is no less magnificent than when it’s at full mast.
With a sigh, Harrison places the Clubs shorts on the floor and steps into them. He slowly pulls them up his tanned, muscled legs, struggling just a bit until he gets the shorts stretched enough. Finally he pulls them over his waist. His face is redder than it was when I branded him just a few moments ago when he finally gets them on and turns to me. “How do I look?”
I bite my lip.
My God.
He looks fucking delicious.
I already know what he looks like naked, but these shorts enhance everything. His ass cheeks pop out like two bubbles, a tiny sliver of his buttocks peeking out from the bottom of the shorts.
And his bulge… Woof!
And I can’t help myself.
I drop to my knees in front of him, place my hand over his bulge.
He stretches his head back. “Fuck… Bianca. Do we have time for this?”
His cock is already hard under the shorts, and I can see every inch of it through them. “Always time for a little fun.” I pull down the shorts and his cock springs free as if slung by a damned trebuchet. I take it into my mouth, relishing how sweet, salty, and savory his cock is at the same time.
I pump myself over him, licking up and down his shaft and cradling his balls with my right hand. At first, my plan is to finish him off right here and now, but soon he’s bending over and bringing me to my feet, ripping my leggings and tunic off.
“On the floor,” he commands.
I obey without hesitation. I know what’s about to come.
Me.
I shake off my clothes and lie back on the floor. Immediately he’s on his knees, burying his head between my legs. “Damn, Bianca. You smell so sweet. Like fucking honeysuckle. It drives me insane, you know that?”
“Imagine how good I taste then,” I reply.
He grins as he descends, licking across my slit gently.
