Oliver hummed thoughtfully as he put down his pizzaand caged me into the wooden countertop. “I hope there are some smutty ones in there so we can try a few more things.”
I wound my arms around his neck and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. The champagne was flowing through my veins and making me feel adventurous and flirty. “There actually is one about a snake prince who has to teach a virgin about sex so she can become queen.”
“Oh, how convenient. I would love to teach you a thing or two about becoming queen ofthiskingdom,” he said as he ran his nose along my neck before nipping my ear.
I let out a giggle. “That’s so corny.”
He growled softly. “You don’t think I could still show you a thing or two in the bedroom?” He kissed up the other side of my neck.
“I think we’ve done just about everything there is to do. I don’t need any instruction.”
“Oh, Laidie. How wrong you are.”
Before I could react, he bent down and tossed me over his shoulder, then started for the stairs.
“Oliver! Put me down. We are sharing this house with other people. You can’t just manhandle me.”
“He’s the king. He can do whatever he wants,” Vince chimed in from his spot on the floor next to the coffee table.
I looked at him from my upside-down vantage point and flipped him the bird.
“Mind your business, Vincent.” Birdie leaned forward from the U-shaped couch, her wine almost spilling onto the floor, and slapped the back of his head.
“And draw four,” Knox said from Vince’s other side.
I was beginning to get dizzy from the blood rushing to my head, so I closed my eyes as Oliver climbed the stairs two at a time and kicked open the door to our room. The next thing I knew, I was being thrown onto the bed. I heardthe door click shut before Oliver began ravishing my mouth.
His tongue slid across the seam, pushing for entry. I welcomed it and then gave his bottom lip a little nip. He let out a moan and brought his hand up to cup my face.
“Take your shirt off while I unbutton your pants.”
My tipsy brain was feeling a little bratty and I couldn’t stifle the urge to provoke him. “Mmm, no. I don’t think I will.”
Oliver pulled back and I observed as he tried to figure out if I was truly objecting or if I was teasing. My cheeky smile gave it away.
“Oh, you want it to be like that, do you?”
Before I could grasp what was happening, my pants and panties were on the floor, my bra was being flung across the room, and I was on my stomach, face down on the mattress.
Oliver ran his hands up and down the back of my thighs and I delighted in the sensation it elicited. Being tipsy brought every nerve ending in my body to attention. It was as if I felt every touch, move, and vibration more deeply.
“Be a good girl and roll over. Put your hands above your head,” he whispered as he trailed kisses down my back to my ass cheek.
“I’m not a good girl. I’m bad, so very bad. I probably should be punished.”
“Oh, Laidie,” he groaned. “You have no idea what you just asked for.”
He laced his hand around my waist and flipped me over onto my back. I watched as he unbuckled his belt, quickly pulling it through the loops. He grabbed my wrists and brought them up above my head, securing the belt around them just tight enough to restrain me, but not so tight that it hurt.
My squeal couldn’t be contained. I loved when Oliver bossed me around the bedroom, but this was different than the times before and I was excited to see where this would lead.
Oliver grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide open. He ran one finger and then two through my slick wetness, and I thought I might come from that alone. I wiggled side to side, trying to gain more friction.
“Tut, tut.” Oliver waggled his finger in front of my face. “That’s one spanking for trying to move.”
“But I want more, Ollie.”
“Stay still or I’ll bring you to the edge and not finish.”
