Fuck.
“I’d be watching my food for a few days if I were you,” James suggested as Sloan walked out to his car with him. “Cause if looks could kill . . .”
Sloan snorted. “Nah, Kinley ain’t that sneaky. If she wants to hurt me she’ll just go straight for the balls.”
Yeah, he could see that.
“Just remember, I’ve got to be alone with her as well. And she’s not my sub to control.” Too bad, he wouldn’t mind giving that round ass a few smacks. Of course, he’d do it on the bare, with her over his lap. Might help relieve some of the tension riding her. Riding all of them.
“You’re a lucky man, you know that, right?”
“I do,” Sloan replied seriously. “The luckiest. And I’m going to make certain nothing harms her.”
James would feel just as fiercely protective. Did feel that protective, even though she wasn’t his.
“See you Friday?”
“I’ll be here,” James agreed, pushing aside his longing and loneliness. For a while he could almost pretend he was a part of them. But he wasn’t, and that was becoming more and more obvious.
“Sloan! Sloan!” she moaned as he flicked his tongue over her clit. The nub was engorged almost to the point of pain. She pulled against her restraints, but they held firm, reinforcing her helplessness and increasing her arousal.
About an hour ago, he’d ordered her to strip and get on the table. At first, she’d refused. He was supposed to be working. And she’d decided to scrub the tiles in the bathroom. There wasn’t anything else for her to do. She’d been home over a week now, and it was getting to her. Both the stress of wondering whether this guy was dangerous, and the lies she’d had to tell her boss. That just hadn’t sat well with her. Although she had to admit she didn’t want to be alone with Gary-the-sleaze any more than Sloan wanted her to.
There had been no more flowers or notes. She was starting to think they’d been overreacting and she’d had enough, which is what she’d told Sloan. Just before he told her to strip.
Of course, her refusal to do so had ended up with her over his lap, her bare ass suffering under his heavy hand. Her butt cheeks still throbbed. Almost as much as her pride. At least they were on their own this time. She still couldn’t believe he’d smacked her ass in front of James.
At least he hadn’t ordered her
to strip or put her over his knee, but still . . . You knew better when you sniped at James. Knew you were pushing them both.
All she’d wanted to do was answer the damn door. It had just been the pizza guy and she’d been hungry. Pretty lame excuse, Kinley.
Yeah, well, stress made her grumpy, and she was frustrated, worried, and horny. Not that Sloan wasn’t keeping her satisfied. But having James around seemed to be making her hornier, and that made her feel guilty as hell.
Once she was naked, Sloan had ordered her to climb on the dining table on her hands and knees. He’d proceeded to attach her ankles to a spreader bar before cuffing her hands behind her back. Then he’d positioned her so her legs lay to each side of his work. He was doing bookwork today from home. Then he’d proceeded to torture her in between phone calls and whatever the hell else he was doing. She no longer cared.
All she cared about was getting to come. She really needed some relief.
After a short while, he’d grabbed a cushion and placed it on the table so she could rest her cheek there comfortably. But she wasn’t comfortable. Not by a long shot. Especially not when he’d grabbed a butt plug and lube. Her ass contracted around the plug, ramping up her desire.
“Make me come,” she cried as he flicked at her clit with his finger.
He pulled his finger away right as she danced close to the edge.
“No, you bastard!” she screeched.
“Uh-uh, no calling me names.”
Something landed on her ass. Something small that gave quite a sting. The damn ruler. She’d wondered why the hell he needed one. Now she knew.
The ruler didn’t cover a lot of area at once, but by the time he’d smacked it down several times on her ass, it was smarting, and she was dripping tears onto the cushion beneath her cheek.
He stopped and rubbed her ass with his hand. She flinched with a whimper. Then the massage turned that heat into something more. It didn’t take much. She was so turned on she’d do almost anything to come.
Then he thrust a finger deep inside her. She groaned, her passage flexing around him. More, she needed more. She bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from begging. Another finger entered her, then his phone rang.
She let out a half-scream of frustration. The bastard actually laughed.