What the hell?I stiffen, but she’s not done riling me up. The gun slides higher, tracing my spine.
“It didn’t take much to convince him to let me in, if you catch my drift.”
I like to think I have self-control. Emotions can get you killed in my world. But my little rabbit challenges all that.
Before I know it, I’ve spun around. My little rabbit is faster. The gun is cocked and aimed at my chest.
She laughs, the sound light and airy as she backs me toward the bed. She’s wearing a mask similar to the one at the party that night, only this one is black, and her lips are painted bright red. “You should see your face.”
More giggles from her.
This isn’t funny at all. She doesn’t know what she’s started. If any of the guards so much as look at her, I’ll make them disappear.
“Relax,” she says, pressing the gun into my chest. I reluctantly sit on the edge of the bed. “You’re too tense.”
She trails the gun across my collarbone and higher, over my Adam’s apple, then tips my chin. “I never spoke to your guards.”
I relax a fraction, even though I’m still itching to bend her over my knee and spank her silly.
“Where were you today?” I ask, my voice husky and raw, almost croaky.
“I was around.”
A cryptic fucking answer if there ever was one. This girl is determined to drive me insane.
I grit my teeth as she uses the gun to brush strands of hair from my brow.
“What to do with you?” she asks, gasping when I grab her hips. I’m naked. She’s not. The power dynamic between us makes my eye twitch and my cock hard.
“You could always suck me,” I suggest, if only to claw back the upper hand.
She smiles, trapping her lip between her teeth before fisting my hair at the back of my head and yanking it back. The dark look in her eyes is insanely hot as she taps my lips with the gun.
“Shut up, or we’ll have to make better use of this mouth,” she says.
Is that supposed to be a threat? I’d happily eat her pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
She backs away, slipping off her hoodie and mask before dropping them to the floor. She isn’t wearing a bra, and my eyes nearly bug out when she steps between my thighs again.
“Remove my leggings,” she instructs, tracing my upper lip with the weapon.
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. My fingers hook into her leggings and panties, and when I yank them down her legs, she gasps, her breathing coming faster.
“What now, beautiful? Lick you?” I lean in, ready to devour her, but she presses the gun hard into my forehead, leaving an imprint, then shoves me away.
“Not so fast, pretty boy. I’m in charge here, and you don’t get to taste this pussy unless I say so.”
It’s right there, so close I can smell her arousal. Why torture us both?
With a smile that makes my shaft tingle, she lifts her foot onto the bed and parts her pussy lips with two fingers.She’s glistening, swollen and pink, fucking delicious, but it’s her clit that makes my mouth water. I want to suck on it, flick it with my tongue.
“You can look,” she says, watching me watch her pussy, “but you can’t touch.”
“Baby,” I warn, gripping my shaft and pumping the length. “You’re not playing fair.”
“Tell me what you want to do to me.” She strokes her clit, circling it slowly before pressing her pointer and middle fingers inside herself.
I almost come on the spot. My hips stutter, and my balls tighten at the sight of her, especially when she slips her glistening fingers out and sucks them clean. I’ve never seen anything so sexy as the sight of her taunting me while also pressing the gun to my head.
