“Then you shouldn’t have volunteered for the job. Remember?” She backed away and when I reached for her, she shook her head. “Just remember, you’ll need to be rough and raw.”
She had no way of knowing that’s all I’d thought about since the first taste.
Only my rough and raw wasn’t playtime.
“Fine. I’m going to make a drink and head to the living room. You’re going to enter in five minutes where you’ll crawl to me on your hands and knees. Is that understood?” As soon as I took a long stride toward her, she stiffened. Perhaps she was getting ready to play her role.
“Yes, sir.”
I cupped her face as I’d done before, rubbing my thumb across her mouth. Without hesitation, she pursed her soft lips, inviting me to fill her mouth. Perhaps I would give her what she wanted. “Be a good girl.” With a quick glance at the monitors, I was curious as to how long the bastard planned on waiting. This level of surveillance was cautionary but ridiculous.
A few seconds later, I had to force myself to walk away, retreating to the living room where I poured a huge glass of whiskey. Before easing into one of the leather chairs, the location perfect for anyone with a set of binoculars, I decided togive the asshole some music to listen to while he was waiting for the show.
A little classic rock never hurt.
I dropped onto the chair, dialing Chase while I waited.
“You have something,” he said as he answered.
“I have a visitor.” I was a little surprised my voice held lightness instead of being toned by the anger I felt inside.
“We’re moving forward. Thank fucking God. I could tell by your terse emails you were ready to go stir crazy.”
“You have no idea.”
“Isn’t your guest keeping you busy?” Even his laugh was annoying tonight.
“We’ve been trying to keep this very professional.”
“I’m sure you have. Just remember, you are a man and she’s a beautiful woman.”
A sudden small light outside caught my attention. Instantly, I bristled, ready to grab my weapon when I realized the asshole was lighting a cigarette. “He smokes.”
“Who?”
“The asshole outside.”
“Interesting,” Chase mused. “Why don’t I take a run at this one? I’ll see what I can find. Who knows. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll lead me to his master.”
“I doubt that, but why not. I’m ready to bring the hammer down.” I tossed the phone onto the table, taking a swig of mydrink just as my lovely guest appeared in the doorway. Given there was no way for the voyeur to hear what we were saying, I motioned toward the floor, even beckoning with my fingers. Every move was exaggerated, but I was finding it difficult to ascertain if I was acting.
Images flashed in front of my mind. All lurid. All sadistic.
Even as I tried to shake them off, I accepted that they were a small part of me.
Seeing her strapped to the spanking bench had teased the hell out of me. What I wouldn’t give to have her shackled to the cross, waiting for the strike of my whip or cane.
Fuck.
The ache in my cock was tremendous, the pressure almost intolerable.
Even from where I was seated, I could tell her eyes were glassy. Was she trembling? Was she anticipating the filthy things I’d do to her? With a dramatic flair, she dropped to the floor onto her knees, fisting her hands. With the floor-to-ceiling window, it was possible the fucker could even see her expression.
Crooking my fingers, I beckoned to her again, concentrating on my drink as if she was nothing but a minor distraction in my world. When in truth, everything about her presence interrupted my thoughts, my actions.
And my needs.
She had that way about her, the balance I’d tried to create around her crumbling even more so than in the kitchen. I’d never been a spontaneous guy. That just wasn’t in my DNA, but seeing her with the chocolate and the way the liquid had trickledout of her mouth had awakened something. A deep desire that had nothing to do with romance. Only blatant, rough and hungry passion.
