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He steps into my line of sight, and I practically drool watching him slowly—painfully so—button his shirt. I’ve never seen anything hotter than Finneas Fox getting dressed with his eyes intently on me.
One by one, he does each button and covers a bit more of his tattooed muscles. I’d mourn the opportunity to see the work of art that is his body, but he’s just as striking when so sharply dressed.
“One,” he says, low and deadly. I didn’t even realize I’d moved. Heat burns in my core.
He slowly walks behind me and my entire body lights up in anticipation. He caresses my cheek, still stinging from the last blow. “You look fucking divine bent over like this.”
My pulse races waiting for the strike. His presence behind me is so strong and palpable he might as well have his hands all over me. His palm glides down my thigh and then in between my legs. His light touch as he approaches the edges of my panties makes me squirm. “Two.”
“Fuck,” I whisper.
He laughs darkly. “No, princess, I won’t be fucking you. That wouldn’t be a punishment, now would it?” He drags his fingers over my pussy, and I inhale sharply, every muscle in my body struggling not to writhe. “But I promise you’ll enjoy being punished just as much.”
His hands leave me, and I feel cold without him. He grabs cufflinks out of a drawer in front of me and begins tediously fastening them. My arches ache and my calves burn from the position. “You can’t go any faster?”
“Three.”
“You never said I couldn’t talk—”
“Four.”I bite my tongue and glare at him, he lifts one brow and smirks.Arrogant bastard.
Why do his cufflinks make me want to drop to my knees and undo all the work he’s just done getting dressed? Why do my insides melt when he straightens his sleeves, giving each wrist a little tug?
There’s also something about the way his gaze is constantly roaming my skin, soaking in every inch of my exposed body like a predator stalking his next meal, which heightens all my senses and demands all my attention. I could be late to meet the goddamn Queen, and I wouldn’t care less, because all I can think about is the beautiful man in front of me and the delicious moments hanging in the air before he touches me next.
He picks up a bow tie and turns away from me to tie it in a mirror. I sigh in relief and take the brief moment of his back to me to stretch my back.
“Five.” My breath catches in my throat, and I look up to see his eyes locked on mine through the reflection. I don’t know how he does it, but he’s able to finish his task without ever taking his eyes off mine.
The tension and silence gnaw at me. Eagerness and electricity hum through me. I can’t handle it a second longer. “I thought you said I would enjoy this, and so far all you’ve done is bore me.”
His lip curls menacingly as he slowly turns. “Then get up, princess,” he taunts. “There’s nothing stopping you.”
He’s right. The restraints on my wrists would do nothing to stop me from standing up and walking right out. But of course, I won’t do that. I love the game too much. His eyes glow like embers when I refuse to move. He takes a tux jacket off a hanger and slips it on.
He rounds the island in slow, predatory movements. I sense him behind me, everywhere all at once. He kicks my legs apart and I have to stretch even further on my toes to remain flat. His fingers ghost over my clit and down my slit, so lightly it would tickle if it wasn’t such an infuriating tease. “Are you always this wet when you’re bored?”
And then his hand is gone, and my body vibrates in his absence. I hear him retreat and my heels sag, inching a touch down the island.
“Six.”His voice wraps around me like smoke.
I hear the clinking of glass and the sound of liquid pouring. “I’d offer you a drink but…” he drawls. Of course, he would have a bar in his fucking closet.
He comes to stand behind me, and I feel high with anticipation. He’s so close I can hear his breath, steady and strong. I can see his hands in my peripheral vision, hovering over my hips. Every cell in my body stands to attention, craving what only he can give me.
Finally he touches me.
His hands feel cool against my searing skin. He begins to leisurely lower my panties and I hear him suck in an awed breath. This shaky inhale is the first time his control cracks, and I’m pleased to see I’m not the only one so affected. “How many, princess?”
“Six.” The urge to thrust back into him is powerful, especially when I consider how he might punish me if I do.
“You know why I’m doing this don’t you?” He asks, my panties mid-thigh and his hands lightly roving up the swell of my ass.
“Yes.” I hardly consider his question because somehow I intuitively know the answer. He’s doing it for me. It’s not just about the tease, but about the care he has for me. He knows how the anxiety of tonight has been eating at me and these tantalizing moments are the only time it’s melted away.
“Good. Because I won’t be gentle. You may be a princess, but I’m gonna treat you like my whore.” I brace for the spank I’m sure will follow, but instead I feel cold liquid spilling down my ass.
I turn my head the smallest amount to see Finn letting whiskey spill from his mouth onto me. “I’ll let you get away with that one.” He smirks and kneels behind me. My pussy clenches when I feel his breath flutter against my hot skin. He groans quietly, as if he didn’t mean for me to hear, and spreads my cheeks, taking one long, indecent lick from hole to hole, lapping up the whiskey.
