I slide my panties off next, bending over in a way that ensures he has only the best view. Stepping out of them slowly, I start to replace them with the new pair, but he stops me.
“Actually, leave those off,” Cas demands. “It’ll make it easier to bend you over for your punishment if there’s nothing in my way.”
I bite my bottom lip, fighting off a smile, then slip on the cute little skirt. It barely covers my ass, but I think that’s the idea. I pull the low-cut top over my head, adjusting it so my breasts are spilling out. Finally, I tie the matching ascot around my neck.
“Your turn,” I purr.
Cas smirks, then undresses without hesitation as I watch. He starts to pull the pilot shirt on when I stop him. “Leave that off. I’ve missed those abs, captain.”
He tosses it to the side. “Better?”
“I can’t wait to be punished,” I sulk with a sexy pout.
“Good,” Cas growls.
My knees tremble, threatening to give out. This is exactly why I had to stay away from him. He’s so fucking irresistible. Somehow I managed to jump from one bad relationship into a situation where I fell head over heels for a complete stranger. I thought I could walk away, but I was wrong. I’m addicted to him.
He clears the space between us in a blink. His lips ghost my earlobe as his hot breath lands against it. “Are you ready to join the Mile High Club, Vivienne?”
Fuck! How can this man be so damn sexy? My throat suddenly feels like I swallowed sand. I stall, pressing my palms against his chest. His skin is warm, and I can feel the steady beating of his heart. I drag my hands down his chiseled stomach, marveling at the way each muscle feels as I pass over them.
“Yes,” I manage through a moan, tracing the V outline to the edge of his pants.
I’m just about to hook one finger beneath when he rasps, “You’ve been such a bad girl. I’m going to make you beg for this cock.”
He’s no longer keeping his hands to himself. They roam over me as if inspecting every part they missed. I moan into his touch, wanting more. His hands cup my breasts as his thumbs stroke over my nipples until they harden beneath him. He plays with my piercings, tracing their outline against my thin shirt.
I groan, craving more. Cas’s lips finally meet mine. I can’t get enough of him, and I hate that I pushed him away. It wouldn’t have changed this, though. We still would’ve been miles apart. It was better this way. Inhaling, I breathe in his familiar scent. All this time apart made me realize I wasn’t just trying to protect Cas. I was protecting my heart. I’m still not ready to love again yet, but someday soon I might be able to let Cas in.
His hands roam, cupping my ass cheeks, before slipping beneath the fabric of the skirt to skim my hip. His fingers trail down my leg, dangerously close to my aching pussy. I gasp as his voice fills my ear once more.
“Don’t ever run away from me like this again, Vivienne. Do I make myself clear?” His voice is edgy, deep with need.
“Yes,” I answer, desperate for his touch.
“You’re mine.” He snarls, possessively gripping my thigh.
“Yours,” I whimper helplessly.
“That’s right, mine, and now I’m going to fuck what’s mine so hard you remember exactly who you belong to. You’ve been such a naughty girl.”
“Mmmmmm.” I can’t form words. His intensity is overwhelming. The way he wants me has every wall I’ve built up between us crumbling and crashing down.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” he asks.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Show me how sorry you are. Beg for this cock, Vivienne. Tell me how much you missed it.” The words tumble from his ruthless lips.
“So much. I missed it so much. Please.” I roll my hips against him, hoping his hand will travel where I want his fingers to be.
He chuckles, deep, low, and throaty. “Such a greedy little thing you are.”
“Touch me. Fuck me. Please.” I’m desperate as I reach to trace the hard line of his cock.
“None of that. Stop misbehaving,” he teases, swatting my hand and spinning me away from him.
He shoves me into the chair so I’m kneeling on the seat and gripping its back.
