What she didn’t do was ask to leave or try to move.
I wouldn’t have let her if she had, but I still took that win.
And I pushed it.
I was done playing it safe with her. I’d tried that. I’d been cautious about coming on too strong so I didn’t scare her away, and she’d tried to end things anyway.
I wasn’t holding back.
Moving quickly, I dipped to put my shoulder to her lower belly before standing with her slung over my body.
She let out a startled scream. “Put me down.”
“No.”
“Tripp—”
I smacked her ass before leaving my hand there to hold her in place. I was about to open the door before I backtracked across the room. I wished like hell I could see her expression as I neared the swing. I wanted to know if she looked panicked, or if her pupils were blown with desire.
I wasn’t putting her there, though. I went to the far side of the room and tightened my hold on her as I dipped to grab the leather flogger. And then I walked from the room.
“Put me down,” she hissed. “My skirt is riding up.”
“My hand is covering you. You know I’d never let anyone see what’s mine.”
I moved a few doors down to the room I wanted, reaching it just as Cohen did, a throuple trailing behind him. I didn’t say shit.
Cutting them off, I walked right in.
“It looks like there was a glitch with the booking system,” Cohen lied as he shot me a glare before smiling at the people. “Sorry about that. Let me show?—”
I closed the door, knowing I would owe him later.
Bypassing the wall and table restraints in the bondage room, I set Greer on the bed. She didn’t scramble away. She didn’t scream at me.
Another win I was going to push.
“On your knees, chest down with your ass up,” I ordered.
Her gaze darted to the wall and the other surfaces that all had the thick cuff restraints she liked so much. The surfaces that took the choice from her.
That wasn’t what we were doing.
She needed to give up control of her body and emotions willingly.
“Do I need to repeat myself?” I asked.
At the edge in my voice, she hurriedly rolled to position herself how I said.
“Panties down.”
She reached back to slide the soaked cotton down, the fabric sticking to her perfect little pussy like it didn’t want to be away from her.
I could relate.
When she started to shift to continue removing them, I lightly thwacked her ass with the flogger. “Right there is good.”
The material was pulled taut at her knees, exposing everything.
