“Where are your parents now?”I asked, spotting several cars in the driveway.
“Probably in Europe somewhere.I don’t know.”
Wow, rich people problems …
“Oh,” I murmured, stepping into the house and trying to play it off like these enormous rooms were completely normal for me, like it didn’t look like I was trash inside a golden castle.
If Cairo didn’t want to talk about money, that was fine with me.I didn’t care that much about it because we had come here for one thing.
“So, it’s just us here?”
Cairo shut the door behind us and dropped his head to look at me through his brows, that innocent expression suddenly gone.He stepped closer to me, and I moved backward, heart racing and pussy pulsing.
“It’s just us,” he said.
“Oh, yeah?”I whispered, nipples so hard that theyhurt.
When Cairo finally closed the distance between us, he wrapped one hand around the front of my neck.“Us and a couple of the staff,” he murmured against my lips, his dark gaze locked on mine.“But I don’t mind if they see you bent over the couch with my collar around this pretty little neck.”
Holy fucking shit.
“Would you like that?”he asked.
A whimper left my mouth, and I pressed my legs together.
“Words, Astrid.I need you to use your words.”
I clenched and nodded.“Yes, I would like that.”
“Good girl,” he praised, dipping his hand between my thighs.“That’s my good girl.”
He moved his fingers in effortless circles against my clit through my pants, and my knees nearly buckled.Yesterday morning, he had been so rough with me as he pounded into my mouth, and now he … was so soft.
“Wait here,” he said, releasing me.“By the time I return, all your clothes should be off, and you should be bent over this couch.”Cairo stepped backward, his gaze soft but stern.“Do you understand, Astrid?”
I looked over my shoulder at the room we had just walked through, knowing that there had to be more staff.Wouldn’t they see me?
“Do.You.Understand?”he asked again, snatching my nipples through my shirt.
Pleasure exploded through my body, and I moaned softly.“Yes, I understand.”
“Tell me what you’re going to do.”
“I’m going to be naked and bent over the couch by the time you come back.”
He squeezed on my nipples.“And if you are, you’ll be rewarded, understand?”
I stared up into those brown eyes that had always, always, always been so innocent.“Yes, I understand.I’ll be naked and bent over the couch by the time that you come back, Cairo.I promise.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
CAIRO
With a collar drapedacross my palm, I walked back into the room where I had left Astrid to find her completely naked and bent over the couch for me.My dick stiffened inside my jeans, and I bit back a grunt.
Holy fuck.
I expected to have to punish her for not listening, for being a brat, but it really did seem like she needed to be treated like a good girl today.All this time, since that party, I had thought she wanted it rough, thought sheliked itrough.That was how everyone else treated her.
