"You look devastatingly sexy in a button-down with nothing underneath," Kelsey murmured, her voice dropping to a low, rough vibrato. "Anything you ask for right now is a guaranteed 'yes'." I let out a laugh, and she joined me, her hands sliding down the length of my back to settle firmly on my rear.
"I want a scene with you. At the club," I said, raising my fingers to count my requirements. "I want spanking, blindfolds, and full restraints..."
"Can I add a butt plug to that list?" she countered. I hesitated for a few seconds, long enough for her to lean in and press a soft kiss to my cheek. "I’m going to attach a chain to that gorgeous neck of yours. If you move too much, the plug will shift. If you come without my permission, I stop everything. What do you think?"
"I want it," I whispered, the challenge setting my pulse racing.
Her hand found the hem of my shirt, sliding beneath the fabric to find the bare skin of my leg. She lifted it just enough to squeeze my hip, her gaze promising that the "yes" she gave me was only the beginning of my surrender.
"I’ll get you that chain," Kelsey promised, her voice dropping to a dark, velvety hum. "But right now, I have something else to take care of."
Before I could even think to question her, I felt myself being swept off the floor. She tossed me onto the bed with effortless strength, her body following mine down instantly. She pinned me there, her legs wedged firmly between mine, and her mouth claimed mine in a kiss that sent a wave of heat crashing through my entire body.
With one hand, she made quick work of the buttons on the shirt I’d stolen from her. The moment our lips parted, I felt the searing heat of her mouth against my breast. She nipped at my nipple, a sharp, playful bite that drew a ragged moan from my throat. I arched into her, silently begging for more pressure.
She didn't hesitate. She undulated against me, the friction of her body a delicious torture as she squeezed my thigh with a possessive grip. My body betrayed me with involuntary contractions, and the sharp sting at my breast only made my moans louder, echoing in the quiet suite.
Her tongue circled my sensitive peak, swirling with a deliberate, agonizing pressure that pushed me closer to the edge. My nails dug into her back, scratching through the fabric of her shirt as I sought some kind of anchor.
Kelsey let out a sharp sigh against my skin before releasing me, pulling back just enough to capture my mouth in anotherfeverish kiss. Our tongues clashed and fought for dominance, a desperate dance of hunger that left me breathless.
"Damn..." I breathed between kisses. Kelsey smiled, slowly easing the pressure of her body and tongue against mine. "Don’t stop... please."
"Oh, I’m stopping," she countered, her voice thick with resolve. She maneuvered us until she was the one pinned beneath me. I sat astride her waist, staring down at her while her hands came to rest gently on my thighs. "Not today, Kitty."
"Yes, today, Reena..." I pleaded, giving her my best pout before leaning down to trail kisses along the column of her neck. "Please..."
"You play dirty, Your Honor," she murmured, a low vibration against my skin. "But I’m choreographing a scene for us tomorrow. I’m not doing anything that might wear you out today."
"And you weren't going to tell me?" I asked, shifting to sit back on her abdomen. Her hands began to caress my thighs with agonizing gentleness.
"Did you really think you’d be spending New Year’s Eve just toasting on the balcony?" She let out a soft laugh and shook her head. "Well, maybe... but only if you’re tied to a chair while I use your body as my glass."
"Now things are getting interesting," I remarked. I slid off her lap and gave her a look over my shoulder as I crossed the room. "Since Miss Calama has no intention of touching me today, I’m going to shower and come back for that movie."
"You say that as if I haven’t already touched every single inch of you today," she called out, her laughter following me.
I stopped at the bathroom door, slowly unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. I smiled when I caught her staring. "That’s not what I meant. Fine, let me rephrase." I twirled my index finger in the air before letting the shirt pool at my feet. "Since Miss Calama is saving my body for tomorrow, I’m going to take a shower."
I turned my back to her, hearing her growl that I’d pay for the affront.
I want to pay, I thought. With interest.
After the pizza arrived, we curled up to watch an action movie filled with car chases and explosions. Kelsey kept insisting that the best part hadn't even started yet, but the exhaustion finally won. I was out cold before the first plot twist.
Kelsey’s arm tightened around my waist as she drifted off, her body finally surrendering to sleep against my shoulder. When I woke the next morning, the space beside me was empty, the sheets already cold.
After brushing my teeth, I realized I was still wearing the same oversized shirt of Kelsey's that had become my unofficial uniform since I arrived. As I wandered through the apartment, it hit me that my entire world had shrunk to the distance between the bedroom and the bathroom—with the occasional detour to the kitchen or living room.
I found her on the balcony, braving the biting winter chill. She was working out, bundled in a thick coat, track pants, and sneakers. I made a move to open the glass door but recoiled the second the freezing wind hit my bare legs.
"It’s freezing out here, Kitty," Kelsey called out, stepping inside and sliding the door shut behind her. "I was hoping to finish up before you woke." I rubbed my arms, trying to chase away the goosebumps.
"I didn't mean to interrupt. I just came looking for you when I realized you weren't in bed," I explained. I headed toward the kitchen, spotting a carafe of what smelled like fresh coffee. As I reached for a cup, one of the staff members started toward me to assist.
"Don't worry, we've got it," Kelsey’s voice rang out, authoritative yet polite. The man stopped in his tracks, asking if he should prepare a full breakfast. "I see everything we need in the fridge. Thank you. Please let the rest of the staff know they’re free to head out for New Year’s Eve once the food I requested is ready."
"I'll have the appetizers in the oven before I leave, ma'am," the man replied with a nod. "But preparing the full dinner as requested might be difficult; it could compromise the quality of the ingredients if left too long."
