“Don’t move, Sunny.”
It’s too late, though. I can’t help but shift my weight, and he retaliates by inserting his knee fully between my legs from behind, and suddenly I’m straddling it.
“You see now, Sunny?” he rasps. “We talked about this. In the club, remember? You disobey the rules. You pay the consequences.”
I’ve just opened my mouth to remind him that we’re at work and his rules are inappropriate here when… he bites down on my neck. The only sound I can produce is a gasp.
Everything goes blank.
Quiet.
I’m a body. An animal. Caught, strangely calm. Excitement’s an electric pulse, thrumming, thrumming underneath my surface.
“Consequences,” he mutters against my skin before licking it. “That’s all this is. Cause, effect, quid pro-fucking-quo.”
He’s right. This feels inevitable. Like a chain of events that can’t possibly be stopped.
“Use it,” he mutters into the crook of my neck. “Use my knee.”
Without hesitation, my body obeys. Pushing, cramming.
His hand pressing down on my shoulder, making everything more, harder.
Eyes closed. A slow hip circle.
Good. So good. Pressure at my hip, making me speed up. Grind faster, ramp up the contact. I let out a whimper.
“There it is,” he whispers. “Good girl.”
Pleasure fizzes through me, sparking in my fingers, my toes. I wiggle, lit up and alive.
He claims both hips and works me up and back over that muscular thigh, up and back, until there’s nothing else. And then, there, the press of him against my ass, his erection a metal bar right between my cheeks.
He’s as turned on by this as I am. His excitement eggs me on, and I’m arching, reaching for more. Straining. Stretching.
“That’s it. That’s my sweet Sunny. Give it to me. Show me how you do it.”
“Give you… Give you what?”
“The orgasm you owe me.” His mouth strokes my ear, the words a harsh counterpoint to the wash of warm breath. “Go on. I know it’s in there. Show me.”
I don’t get it. “Y-you want me to make you come?”
“Oh, Sunny.” His dry laugh makes me feel young and naive.
It’s a threat, that laugh, coupled with a promise. I lap them both up like mint chocolate ice cream.
“I’m not the one who’s going to come all over this knee, sweet subby. You are.”
I gasp.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Grant
“I… ICAN’T. I don’t do that.”
I laugh again. Poor Sunny’s got no clue how hard I’m willing to work for it. Doesn’t she see? “It’s not yours anymore, sweetheart. The orgasm’s already mine.”
