Brooks chuckled.
My cock pushed at the front of my pants, and I whined deep in my throat, not because I wanted to, just because I hadn’t felt this good since the last time I was snuggled close to him. I rubbed my cheek on his leg, then turned and rested it against his crotch. Excitement slammed my belly as I found him rock-hard and pulsing under his pants. My dick gave an answering jolt. He felt hotter here where I knew all of his blood was pumping, and I nudged my cheek against him. When he didn’t tell me to stop, I leaned down to draw my nose along the outline of his shaft.Fuck, I wanted him again.
“Oh, Darcy. Is this a yes?” He tickled a finger around the shell of my ear, and the sensation hit me strangely, so that I laughed.
Brooks gripped my hair hard enough that it stung and tilted my head back. “If you’re looking for what happened last time, this isn’t the way to get spanked. Don’t start something you aren’t prepared for because the punishment will be serious, not a tease before I fuck you. If you actively disobey me after an order has been set, it will hurt, and you won’t come.”
That was a tease before? It hadn’t been a cakewalk, even if it was amazing. Whining, I buried my face against his crotch. Wanting him, wanting anything that reminded me of that brutal afternoon fuck, including the faint manly scent he carried in this spot—sweat, soap, and personal musk. It was so delicious I wished I could pull him out and suck him off right now. The thrill of such an outrageous thought had me moaning, and he pressed me more firmly against his cock.
“Darcy, last time I ask for an answer,” he murmured, but he softly stroked the hair on the back of my head. The awful feelings that had been plaguing me since he dropped me off at the Courtesan flared in my chest for a moment. I nodded, and he let out a happy hum that laid to rest most of those terrible tendrils circling in my stomach.
“Good. Fuck, you feel beautiful against me.”
I rubbed my cheek and gagged mouth along the ridge in his pants.
He laughed and ran his finger around the gag. “You’re keeping this on for a while. You can’t cocktease your way out of it. Now, I need answers to a couple of other things. Nod or shake your head after I ask a question. Are you hurt?”
My heart thudded harder simply because he wanted to know if I was okay, and I told myself to stop being so ridiculous. It was in his best interest not to leave me injured. Mother would murder him in a very real sense if any true harm came to me, and we both knew it. On the other hand, I didn’t want anything to happen to him, either. It was probably best to just answer the damned questions. I shook my head.
“Are the ties around your wrists too tight?”
He caressed his hand along the back of my neck, and I shook my head.
“Do you need to piss?”
I shook my head fast because even if I had to go, I wouldn’t have told him. There were some things I couldn’t stand to have him help me with if he didn’t want to free me to do them, and that was one.
“Great, because I don’t want to clean up that particular mess.” He chuckled.
I huffed out a breath, all I could really do, and Brooks laughed harder. He didn’t stop petting my hair, my neck, my shoulders, my cheeks. He seemed as starved of the need to touch me as I was to have his hands on me. It sort of pissed me off that his gentle strokes made me so fucking happy, but I couldn’t stop myself from melting against him as he scraped his fingernails along the back of my neck and up into my hair.
Obviously I couldn’t speak, and apparently Brooks wasn’t in much of a mood to monologue, because we were quiet together for a while. He didn’t stop soothing me with what had turned into a light massage, and I was drifting blissfully. The car made a hard left that had me flailing, and he shushed me. “We’re fine. I know, it’s scary sometimes, riding in a car when you can’t see what’s happening. I’m sorry, sweet prince. My intentions weren’t to frighten you.”
My heart twisted. He would know. The car slowed to a stop only a minute or two later, and the door was opened. I flushed as I heard people talking outside. It wasn’t just us anymore, and realistically I knew someone was driving the car, but I hadn’t expected an entire group of people to see me trussed up this way—again. Once had been enough. For a moment dread at going back to the Courtesan hit me, simply because I’d have to deal with all the smirks and knowing looks, but right now that was the least of my problems.
“Do you need help, Boss?” a man asked. He sounded familiar. Maybe it was Brooks’ employee, Ford. Now that I wasn’t having a meltdown, I could focus on his voice. “He was feisty getting into the car.”
“Hmm.” Brooks gripped my hair and tilted my head back again. My cock gave a hopeful throb, and I tried to close my legs a little, but I was so hard I knew there would be no hiding it. “Do I need another man’s help with you, Darcy?”
My face superheated and I bent to press my forehead against his thigh. Brooks let out a grunt, and his hold on my hair pulled until my scalp burned. I shook my head, and the pain lessened.
There was a snort from Ford. “Too bad. He is cute.”
“Oh, you’re part of the fan club now?” Levi, I recognized for sure, and he sounded amused and less waspish than the last time we’d interacted. I still wasn’t pleased to have him see me like this.
“Nah, I just know a nice ass when I see one. You’ve got nothing to be worried about there, Mr. Secretary.”
Levi sputtered, and Brooks and several other men began to laugh. I shrank against Brooks. Why had they all come with us to his house?
“Ford, as you can see, this is going better than our worst-case scenario. You can take your unit back to the office and do whatever you need to, in order to get set up for the assignments tomorrow. Levi, I’m still working part of the afternoon. You know the way to my home office. Go ahead and open the front door for me, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
Brooks moved his feet, and I assumed he stood because his body heat didn’t surround me anymore, and he knocked my shoulder with what I thought was his foot while he left the car. Someone opened the other door, and I heard the click and small shuffle of Lemonade getting out. Strong hands gripped my elbows.
“Let’s get you up. I’m sorry if you’re stiff. That’s a bad position to be in for a long time.” Brooks hoisted me, and I rested on the seat before I carefully stepped out of the car. He ran his hands along my sides. “You must move with me, sweet prince, or you’ll throw me off course.” He wrapped an arm around my middle and my heart pounded faster. I was scared I would do something to send us both to the ground, so I stepped forward very carefully. The car door slamming shut behind us startled a jump out of me.
“Shh. It’s okay. Noises happen all the time around you. They won’t hurt you.” Warm lips landed on my cheek.
