“Truth,” I say, taking another sip of my whiskey.
She studies me for a moment. “Why did you offer up your home for me to crash at?”
My answer comes easily. No reason beating around the bush. “You needed a place to stay, and, selfishly, I wanted you under my roof.”
The delicious gasp I draw from her is so worth the honesty. I want a million more of them. I don’t let her have a second to collect herself before I’m asking, “Truth or dare,honey?”
She gulps, holding my eyes with zero hesitation. “Dare.” She takes one large swig of her whiskey and then delicately unbuttons her jean vest, one button at a time, until her low cut dress and lace bra peek out. I have to dig my nails into my chair so I don’t jump her. She’s playing with fire here, and I hope she knows what she’s just started.
“I was hot,” she supplies, attempting her best to look innocent. This woman is the furthest thing from it right now.
My voice lowers, a deep gravel. “I dare you to crawl to me.”
She nibbles her lip for only a moment before she downs the rest of her drink, slamming it down to drop to her knees. She lets her jean vest slip off, falling behind her. One palm finds the floor, the other following. Her eyes never leave mine; in this position with her low cut dress, it gives me the perfect view down to her white lace bra barely containing her breasts.
Unholy thoughts rush through my mind, a primal need to act on every single one of them. This woman was conjured from my dreams. For someone who hates being told what to do and is more fiery than a spark, she sure does follow my commands deliciously well. It makes me wonder what else I could get her to do. It also reminds me of every punishment I’ve tallied in my head over the past month.
Draculaby Labrinth filters through the speaker next, charging the room. The gleam in Maisie’s eyes has my dick throbbing in my jeans. With each inch she gains on me, my sanity is closer tosnapping. Her signature smirk remains on her face, and she shimmies her hips slowly.
“Fuck,” I growl, biting my lip. Who knew a summer dress could look so filthy? “You’re killing me, honey,” I groan, shifting in my seat.
“You enjoying the show, cowboy?” she taunts.
There are only two feet remaining between us, and she drags it out, putting on a show for me like she does this every night. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“That’s it,” I praise her, out of breath as she nears my feet. I suck in a breath when her finger drags up my pant leg, the barest touch. She trails her other hand until her palms are laid flat on my knees. I resist the urge to lean forward and pull her in for a kiss by her throat.
The little tease swipes my whiskey glass and takes a swig, managing to let half of it trickle down her chin, pooling in her bra. She sits back on her heels, smug as fuck. “Now what,honey?” she taunts.
“Dare,” I rush out, unable to focus on anything but the bead of whiskey making its slow descent to her cleavage.
The corners of her mouth tug up. “It seems I’ve made a mess, sir,” she pouts. “I dare you to clean it up…with your tongue.”
I’m out of my chair so fast, Maisie now in my arms, that she squeals with excitement. I throw her down in my leather chair, changing spots with her. “Stay,” I order. Her chest heaves but she stays put. My girl wants to play, and who am I to leave her wanting? “Hands on the arms of the chair.” She does so eagerly, like a good girl, and my dick twitches.
I drop to my knees and spread her legs so I’m kneeling between them. She squirms, eager for my next move. I’m not sure who will break first, but I’m not feeling very strong right now.
“You’re such a good listener when you want something. Are you going to be good and stay still for me?” I ask her.
Her whimpers could be heard all the way from her cabin. “Yes,” she breathes, licking her lips.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise, drawing my palms up her bare thighs before they disappear under her dress. Her legs quiver under my touch. “You want me to clean up your mess, honey?”
“Mhm,” she moans. “Every. Last. Drop.”
Well, fuck me, that might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t last a single second longer without tasting her. “Open your mouth,” I demand, and she does eagerly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I take a sip of my whiskey and then lean over her, spitting it into her mouth, watching it hit the back of her throat.
She moans around the liquid, her eyes rolling back. “Fuck?—”
I chase the liquor with my mouth, devouring her lips and cutting her off. I lick and suck away every delicious last drop of sweet whiskey mixed with her intoxicating taste. I lap her up, sucking her tongue into my mouth like a starved man. My tongue flicks across her bottom lip, then her jaw, following the path of the whiskey left behind from earlier.
“More,please,” Maisie whines, grinding against me.
Her words egg me on, my tongue traces the dip of her neck, licking up every last drop. She tastes like heaven and sin and everything I’ve needed for a long time. I suck the soft flesh of her neck before giving it a love bite. To my surprise, she moans, and I drag my tongue across the bite to chase away the pain.
I mark a trail down the base of her throat with my tongue, somehow not getting enough of her. “Is this okay?” I ask as my tongue traces the top of her breast.
“Yes,” she pants, pushing her chest out.
