“Hey. I didn’t say it was time to go,” he shouts after me.
But I’m long gone already, making it to the end of the dock before he’s started moving.
“Little brat. You’re going to pay for that when I catch you.” This time he’s running, I can tell by his voice, but I don’t dare look back to see how close he is to me. Girls who look back get caught.
I move my legs and arms as fast as I can and sprint across the lawn like I’m in the Olympics, fear and adrenaline coursing through me at the same time. His heavy boots crunch along the grass, and I sense him catching up with me, but the house isn’t too far now. I just have to make it up the pebble path and stairs. Then I win.
Just as I make it to the path, strong arms wrap around me, liftingme in the air before our bodies collide with the unforgiving ground below with a thud, all the air knocked from my lungs. I pant as I try to catch my breath, staring up at him. “You didn’t have to tackle me,” I spit.
“I figured you weren’t playing fair, giving yourself an unauthorized early mark, so why should I? Besides, it was so much fun catching you and bringing you down.”
“You don’t play fair ever,” I snip back, mostly pissed at myself for being too slow. I was so close to winning. And I would have loved to have something over this cocky asshole.
“You’re working me out.”
I buck against his tight grip on me. “There’s not enough time in the world to work out what goes on in that deranged head of yours.”
That comment makes him chuckle. It’s dark and menacing, and I know I’m about to be well and truly screwed. Truth is, I’m not sad about it at all. “What to do with a little brat who constantly tries to deny us both of what we need?”
My pussy pulses, excited at the prospect of what he’s going to do to me. “Jagger,” I warn him, just because the look of delight in his eyes is kind of terrifying as much as thrilling. Do I think he would really hurt me? No. But I also don’t know how far he would go, and here there is no safety button, no bouncers who will kick him to the curb if he goes too far. I have to really trust him, and I’m not sure I do.
He licks his lips, looking like a wild animal about to pounce. “What’s your safe word?”
“Flower,” I whimper.
“I thought it was cute you picked my nickname for you as your safe word. When did you work out it was me?”
“When you said, ‘According to your list, bondage is okay,’in that bossy asshole tone you do so well.”
His eyes narrow, but he looks impressed, not angry. “That was the first thing I said to you, and yet you stayed and let me play with you anyway.”
Now, it’s my turn to smirk at him. “I wanted to see if the rumors were true and you really did know what to do with your tongue.”
“I bet you did, dirty girl.” He removes his jacket, laying it on the grass. Then he picks me up as if I weigh nothing and places me on top of it, shoving me down flat on my back.
“What are you doing?” I snap back, even though my body complies with him all too easily.
“Whatever the fuck I want. That was the deal, wasn’t it?” The gleam in his eyes is sinful and deadly. It makes my heart race, and my body turn to liquid for him. I’m not going to survive the night. So much for romance. He’s right, I am a dirty girl, and I want this man to do all sorts of wicked things to me.
Chapter 27
Under the Milky Way
“Outhere?”Isqueak,glancing over my shoulder. It’s the dead of night and no other soul around, but still. We’re hardly in the dark with all the lights he has down here illuminating the lawn. And it’s outside, when there is a perfectly protected house right behind us.
“You didn’t make it to the house,” he snips back like this is my fault, so he’s going to do whatever depraved things he wants out here, all because I couldn’t run fast enough.
“But…” I try to protest, but the sinister look in his eyes stops mein my tracks.
He wastes no time in tracing lines up my thighs, lightly digging his fingertips into my flesh as he moves higher. His fingers cup me there again. “So wet for me, aren’t you?”
I don’t know if I should answer him. It’s a simple question, but it feels like a trap.
“You want to be punished already? Or will you be a good girl and answer me when I ask you a question?”
Oh, dear God, why do his bossy words turn me on more? What is wrong with me? “Yes, I’m wet for you.” My answer comes out as a breathy moan because I’m not just wet for him, I’m so damn turned on I already can’t think straight. This is what he does to me.
His grin twists, satisfied with my response. Then, he hooks his thumb in the side of my panties and drags them down my legs. I think he’s going to toss them or stick them in his pocket or something, but he leans over me and takes my hands in his, using my panties to bind my wrists together. “Keep them above your head,” he instructs.
