None of this was planned; it had just sort of slipped out. I’d intended to say something like “rules” or “laws,” but I hadn’t. And I was surprised when he stiffened at my declaration.
“And for that, you shall be punished.” I circled him, inspecting my prize. “Now, strip.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He unbuttoned his shirt, removing it and tossing his undershirt aside. “You look so hot,” he whispered as he loosened the fly to his pants.
I loved hearing his voice, those words, but not tonight. Tonight was about playing a game, acting out a scene.
“No talking.”
He mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key, all while I tried to maintain a stern expression. I took in the sight of this stunning man—tanned skin dusted with blond hair, abs galore, the large bulge in his boxers.
“Those too.” I indicated his boxers.
He removed them without complaint, his cock bobbing toward his stomach. I hadn’t planned on sucking him off first, but the sight of him hard and wanting had me thinking twice about my plan. But first, I needed to do a little accessorizing.
“Very good,” I said without looking away from his cock. “Verygood.”
I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his arms before grabbing his wrists. I brought them together, loosely holding them in one hand while retrieving the handcuffs from my back pocket.
He chuckled, but his warm smile only encouraged me to continue. I’d never really taken control like this in the bedroom—at least not with Hunter. We were usually too busy fighting for dominance, but not this time. This time, he’d easily handed over control, and I was enjoying it. Enjoying the shift in power, even if I generally preferred for him to take the lead.
When I raked my nails over his chest, he sucked in a jagged breath. And when I knelt to the floor before him, he gripped his hands together. But when I held his cock, licking it from root to tip, he let out a long groan.
“Fuck, baby.”
I glared up at him. “What did I say about talking? Do you want me to stop?”
His eyes went wide, and he shook his head. I wasn’t going to stop—not until I was ready. But I wasn’t going to tell him that.
He dug his fingers into my hair, his movements slightly awkward thanks to the handcuffs. I focused on his shaft, licking and sucking until he was moaning and panting. Since he was typically a vocal lover, I knew that keeping quiet had to be killing him. I also knew that was part of the fun.
He was getting close, but I was only just getting started. So, I released him with a pop and stood.
“Get on the bed,” I ordered.
It took him a minute to recover, blinking at me as he struggled to process my words.
“Don’t make me tell you again.” I narrowed my eyes at him.
He turned, and I watched his tight ass as he strode over to the bed and took a seat on the edge. His attention was on me, his hands clasped before him. I removed the tie from around my bun, shaking it out so my hair fell over my shoulders. Hunter’s lips parted, but he didn’t speak. Next, I loosened a few buttons on my uniform, giving him a glimpse of even more skin. By now, he looked ready to explode.
I was just as excited, my body coiled tight with need. My nipples, tight buds scraping against the material of my uniform. The thong I wore growing slick with my desire.
He fisted his cock, and I stopped what I was doing. “Hands where I can see them.”
He held them up, awkward as it was, giving me a sheepish grin. I walked over to him, placing my palm against his chest and pressing. He fell back on the bed, legs still hanging off the side. And I kissed my way up his thighs, delighting in the way his cock jerked toward me as if begging for attention. I wanted to laugh at how eager he was, but it took all my control not to cast aside all ideas of role-play and foreplay and jump straight to sex.
I climbed on top of him, enjoying the way his breath shuddered and his eyes darkened. His phone buzzed, lighting up on the nightstand. His eyes darted there, and he tensed.
“Do you need to get it?” I asked, knowing he had people relying on him and a company that wasn’t going to run itself. Not to mention a number of things I knew had to get done to close their latest deal and by the end of the month, which meant a lot of balls in the air at the moment. Hence another trip to New York.
He shook his head, but he remained stiff—and it wasn’t just his cock. I massaged his shoulders, watching them relax. Smoothed my hands down his chest before following the same trail with my lips. He was gorgeous. But he was so much more than a hot body and a big cock. He was kind and loyal. He was protective and generous. He was…a lot more than I’d expected or bargained for.
With his hands over his head, I pressed my lips to his, realizing how much this man meant to me. How much I enjoyed having him in my life.
This had started as just sex, nothing more. I wasn’t sure exactly when it had happened, but I’d opened my heart to this man. I’d trusted him. And I’d finally admitted to myself that I wanted to be with him.
When his phone buzzed again, diverting his attention, I huffed. I reached up to grab it from the nightstand but stilled when I saw the words on the screen.
