Page 10 of Bastard In A Suit, Vol. 3

Chapter 5

By the timewe leave the Aviary, my body is limp and numb, my mind light with a subtle alcohol buzz. I clumsily climb in the back of Duke’s limousine and he settles in beside me. Neither of us says anything until we get out of the car and ride the elevator up to Duke’s penthouse suite.

He doesn’t ask if I want to stay over, and I don’t protest his assumption.

Not even as he guides me to the bedroom where he tells me to slowly strip off my clothes. I comply, trembling as he watches my every move.

“You shouldn’t have been snooping on my computer, Hailey,” he says, taking a seat in the chair to stare at my nakedness. “I haven’t forgotten what a bad girl you’ve been.”

I lick my lips, preparing for my punishment. My eyes flit toward the flogger, still resting on his dresser, and the blindfold next to it, perfectly in place. He follows my gaze and chuckles. “You enjoy being punished, don’t you?”

My bottom lip trembles. “Yes.”

He grabs my wrist and pulls me down to my knees, gently bending me over his knee. His hand rubs in circles over my bare ass, and then—

Thwack.

His palm connects with my skin.

I bite hard down on my lip. “Again,” I whisper, so soft I’m not even sure he’s heard me.

“I think you like being naughty,” he says, and he spanks me again, this time with more force. He leaves his hand there, fingers dangling between my thighs, hovering so close to my pussy that my clit throbs.

Impossibly, I want him again.

“Are you my naughty girl, Hailey?”

He spanks me again before I can answer, and my entire body responds to his touch. His cock twitches against my abdomen. Oh yes, I am absolutely his naughty girl. I slide my body off him and kneel on the floor at his feet. My hand goes to his crotch. “May I?”

He nods.

Carefully, I unzip his pants and reach inside to pull out his cock. It feels heavy, hard, in my palm. My thumb slides over the head and he sucks in a gasp. I trace my fingertip along the shaft, watching as his dick grows harder, longer beneath my touch.

Slowly, I slide my hand up over the head of his penis and tighten my grip. His muscles tense. I loosen my fingers and run my hand down his cock while the other tightens around his balls. A low moan vibrates from his throat.

I allow my fingernails to scrape lightly across his scrotum. His stomach tenses and he gasps.

“Christ, Hailey.”

The awe in his tone fills me with pride and a shiver trips along my spine. Every cell in my body screams for his touch. I focus my attention on Duke, make this all about him.

I use my teeth to pull his shirt up on his stomach and then kiss his abdomen, running my tongue along the sharp V of muscles that trail down to his pelvis. My mouth moves upward, pushing his shirt up over his chest. My teeth find a nipple. I clamp down, bite hard.

Duke’s voice goes all raspy. “Fuck. Me.”

I paw at his chest and lick behind his ear, tugging at the lobe with my teeth. “Do you know how long I have wanted to taste you?”

His moan vibrates through his chest.

I slither down until I’m back on my knees. He leans back in the chair, arching his cock toward me. My tongue slides over my lips as I hungrily take the sight of him in. I grab his balls with one hand, and lean close to lick the tip of his dick, working my tongue around the head and under the ridge.

His moan of appreciation provides all the encouragement I need.

I close my lips over the shaft and gently suck as I glide up and down with my mouth. My hand moves from his scrotum to the base of his cock, and I squeeze, release, squeeze in tandem with the up and down of my lips.

Duke grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls. “Yeah, baby, there. Right there.”

The rhythm of my sucking and stroking picks up speed. I flick my tongue across the head of his cock, suck, flick. His breathing accelerates. He pulls harder on my hair. “Fuck, Hailey…don’t….fucking…stop.”