The fuck?
She smiled when I broke away. It wasn’t a warning; it was her way of teasing me, taunting me, giving me a taste of my own medicine. I lunged in, kissing her deeper, sucking on her tongue, digging my fingers down her neck, and pinched her lip between my teeth. Her whole body twisted in a moan, and I ground my teeth harder, enough to make her squirm. My cock throbbed, and she thrust her hips into me, rubbing against me like she was in heat.
Violently, she broke apart.
“We have to stop,” she said. I caught my breath, staring at her, waiting for an explanation. Now she wanted to stop? She smirked. “Disappointed?”
She had gotten what she wanted. She had won yet again. Damn it.
I shrugged. “You’re good. I’ll admit that.”
“I was only kind of teasing you,” she said. We both sat up, waiting on the bean bag. “I didn’t realize it before we started, but that’s aftercare for me. The cuddling afterward helps ground me.”
In theory, I understood, to some extent. My balls complained, begged for more, but I couldn’t do anything about it. Not with her.
“I’m sorry,” she said meekly. “I knew our rules. I should have told you that once I figured it out.”
I shook my head. We couldn’t predict how our feelings changed mid-scene. “Nothing to be sorry for.”
I looked away from her at the blindfold on the floor. She picked the sour candies off of the table. “You thought of everything,” she said. She pointed at the window. “That kind of looks like the view from the apartment.”
“We’re on the suite level,” I explained.
“Hah. Really?” She stuffed her mouth, finished the bite, then continued. “You drove around all that time, to come back here?”
I wanted to disorient her, while still being able to bring her back home at a moment’s notice. Having her tied up in public had been problematic, but I found a way around it. “Had to take the service elevator. Use the back entrance to the suite.”
“How’d you get access to the service elevator?”
I shrugged. “I have my ways.”
She rolled her eyes, then chugged a water bottle. “Should we talk about what happened?”
About the fact that we had broken the rules, and been undeniably attracted to each other? Probably.
“Whatever you want,” I said.
She shifted on the bean bag. “I honestly thought I could stick with the pain, but I needed more. I should have broken the scene once I realized I needed touch too.”
She had already said that. She was leading to something. I waited for her to say what she wanted.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“We broke rules,” I offered. “We need to stick to them.”
“Do we, though?”
Her raised eyebrow questioned me. It hadn’t been my rule. She needed to consider the consequences of our actions when I wasn’t around. After she came down from the high.
“I guess I’ll go shower,” she said. She stood and I gestured at the pile of clothes under the table.
“I brought your pajamas,” I said.
“Truly everything,” she said, leaning down to pick it up. “Thank you.”
I turned around as she dressed, watching her shadow on the wall. I closed the blinds, then followed her out to the main lobby and down a few floors to our apartment. I could clean up the suite tomorrow. I had rented it too, but hadn’t told Hazel. Not until now.
In the apartment, I got a drink of water and sat on the couch. I could work out, channel out the sexual aggression that had built up inside of me, but thought better of it. The more distance I had from her bedroom, the better.
