“Naughty little thing,” he admonishes. “You won’t tempt me to change the terms tonight. I won’t take advantage of you like that.”
“You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me. What if I want you to fuck me?”
His entire body flexes, as though it takes physical effort to restrain himself. “You’re all hot and bothered after what I did to you in the limo. You’re not thinking with your head right now. And as much as I’d love to bury myself in your tight cunt, I don’t want you to regret anything in the morning.”
I sigh—annoyance tinged with gratitude. I can’t deny that I’m aching for him, but he’s probably right. It took all of my courage to meet him tonight with the promise of nothing more than him touching me. Losing my virginity to Bones would create an attachment I might not ever be able to sever.
“Why do you enjoy denying me and making me suffer?” I tease. “Sadist.”
“You’re hardly suffering right now.” He chuckles darkly. “When I catch you, I’ll make you weep and beg and scream my name. Then you’ll know the meaning of suffering for me. And you will love every exquisite second of it.”
I square my shoulders to hide the rush of lust that threatens to make me quake. “Are we going to this hunt, or not? I can’t run with you holding my hand like this.”
I give a halfhearted tug, and his fingers tighten around mine.
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind,” he says. “Maybe I don’t want the others to see you like this.”
“Like what? I’m fully covered in this dress, and I’m wearing a mask.”
“Your pretty, prim ponytail is mussed, and your lip gloss is smudged from where I forced you to suck your arousal from my glove. Any man will know how wet and horny you are. I don’t want them to look at what’s mine.”
I try to smooth my hair back into a tidier state, and he laughs.
“Stop laughing at me,” I grumble. “You did this. It’s your fault if I look like a mess.”
“And what a beautiful mess you are. We can join the others if you’re so eager. If anyone looks at you too long, I can always gouge their eyes out.”
I pat his arm fondly. “I’m sure you would. How delightfully barbaric.”
My giggle morphs into a shriek when he lifts me as though I weigh nothing and tosses me over his shoulder. I wriggle, and stinging pain blooms on my thigh.
“Did you justspankme?” I demand.
Another twin blow lands on my opposite thigh.
“You tell me, clever girl.”
“Ouch! Cut it out and put me down.”
Two more swats in quick succession, and my skin burns. The heat sinks into my flesh, fueling the pulsing warmth between my legs.
His fingers tease higher, testing the slickness on my labia.
I relax against him with an embarrassingly needy whimper.
“Do you want me to turn on the vibrator?” he taunts.
“Yes.”
The sweet sting flares hotter when he spanks me again.
“Too bad. I’m in control now. All these years, you’ve teased me and provoked me. I intend to punish you for all of it tonight.”
“You’re always the one in control,” I huff.
He barks out an incredulous laugh. “You hold all the power here, and you know it. But if I dropped to my knees and worshipped you, I don’t think you’d like it very much. You want to play this game where I force you to surrender. I’m here for your pleasure, Karolina. The least I can do is take my satisfaction in your sweet little pleas and breathy moans.”
“Sweet little pleas andbreathy moans,” I mimic. “What about all of your growling and snarling? Seriously, I hope you have cough drops for later.”
