He snorts. “Ply you with baths and spankings and your smart mouth disappears. Got it.”
I splash him and his laugh echoes through the bathroom. “Speaking of spankings, you owe me.”
“A spanking?” he asks, but nods. “I don’t remember promising you one, but you’re almost always in need of one of those.”
“No, you asshole. You owe me the scene from earlier.”
“Not sure what you mean, baby. Guess you’re going to have to spell it out.” His grin is starting to piss me off a little bit.
“Fine,” I say, not playing into his game. I stand from the tub, letting the water sluice down my naked body, watching his eyes follow. “I’ll just head home and take care of myself then.”
He tugs me down into his lap, strong hands tight on my wet skin to prevent me slipping even as he pulls me over the tub’s rim. I yelp in surprise. “Maddox, you’re getting all wet!”
“Mhmm,” he says again, nipping at my neck. His hold doesn’t loosen. “You’re not going anywhere, Tex.”
I fight in his hold like I’m not right where I want to be, doing my best to throw his center of gravity off when he stands. He doesn’t even stumble, which is really impressive and attractive for some reason, but I’ll never admit it out loud.
“You’re being a fucking caveman!”
“Getting mixed signals here, baby. You want me to restrain you or you don’t?”
I blow the hair out of my face when he tosses me on the bed like I’m no heavier than a hay bale. His sweatpants are soaked through, doing nothing to hide how hard he is.
He waits for an answer with that same smug grin on his face. Instead of giving him one verbally, I put my hands above my head by the headboard, glaring. He presses his lips together to avoid laughing and grabs the cuffs from the nightstand.
As he lays his body over mine to wrap the cuffs around my wrists, I wrap my lips around his nipple, relishing in the grunt of surprise he gives me. “Behave.”
“Perhaps I need a list of rules so I know what is and isn’t considered behaving, because I thought giving you pleasurewasbehaving.”
He snorts, pulling back, and I tug on the restraints by habit, testing them. “It would just become a list of your favorite ways to be a brat.”
Maddox’s eyes trail down my body as he speaks. I spread my legs for him and he groans, squeezing his cock through his sweatpants. “One day—,” he starts, but cuts himself off, reaching for the vibrator on the nightstand instead.
“One day?”
“Nevermind. Today’s the only day that matters.”
There’s a somber feeling that hangs over the room, but he doesn’t allow it to settle, turning on the vibrator. Pavlov would be thrilled to know the sound makes my stomach twist and my pussy clench even though it hasn’t made contact yet. Maddox grins like he knows, and it clears the air.
“What’s the play time on this again?” he asks, as though we haven’t already discussed it at length already.
I glare at him, but my stomach is flipping again. “An hour and a half, give or take.”
He hums, climbing on the bed and pushing my legs back until they’re bent at the knees. He settles between them and the implication that I won’t be able to close my legs during this makes me swallow hard.
He presses just the tip of the vibrator against the lips of my pussy, just enough to start a stretch, and then abruptly turns it off and tosses it on the bed beside me. “You know what?” hesays over my whine of frustration. “I think I’d rather taste you first.”
The wet tip of the toy next to me taunts me with what could’ve been. He repositions himself, pulling my body down until my arms are taut and tugging my legs up over his shoulders. I lose all loyalty to the vibrator.
His thumbs spread me open for him and he groans. “I could bury my face in your cunt, Tex. Twenty-four-fucking-seven.”
“Then shut up and do it,” I growl.
The stroke of his tongue is teasing—slow and barely pressing against my entrance. He moans at the taste of me and I try to buck my hips against his face to let him know how needy I am.
“Might as well save your impatience for later, brat. As it is, I’m already trying to decide if I’m even going to let you come at all.”
“You fucking better.”
