bsp; “Oh, yeah, totally. I hang out like this all the time.” The quip was past my lips before I remembered my role here. I locked my mouth shut, prepared for a hand to land on my ass at any second, but instead I was met with chuckles from them both.
“I meant,” Foster said patiently, “does anything feel too tight or uncomfortable?”
“No, sir. Sorry.”
“I didn’t take you for the kind who likes a brat,” Kade observed, though there was humor in his tone.
A brat? I huffed, affronted. “Excuse me, but—”
That’s when a hand smacked the back of my thigh, drawing a yelp from me. “Calm down, sweetness.”
I turned my head in the direction of Foster’s voice, hoping he could sense my oh-no-you-didn’t glare.
“She’s not a brat,” Foster said to Kade. “She’s just brand new. And feisty. But . . .” The volume of his voice increased as he apparently directed his words my way. “If she keeps up trying to glare at me like that, I may have to demonstrate why bratting isn’t going to work out well for her. Care to add an additional punishment to your docket tonight, angel?”
I jutted my chin forward but turned my head away. I was opinionated but not stupid. Don’t provoke the guy who has you tied up. That was probably a good rule to add to my arsenal. “No, sir.”
“Good. Now I want you to count down from one hundred aloud. Slowly. When you get to one, I want you totally focused and ready for whatever I ask of you. Do you understand?”
“Where are you going?” I asked, stiffening at the thought of being left here.
“Do you understand?” he repeated, impatience creeping into his tone.
“Yes, sir,” I said, trying to swallow down my smart remarks and questions.
“Count.”
I took a deep breath. “One hundred . . . ninety-nine . . . ninety-eight . . .”
He unsnapped the hook of my strapless bra, and the bra fell away, my nipples beading from the exposure. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. I was naked—outdoors. I stumbled in my count.
The air shifted in front of me, and he gave both nipples a swift pinch. I arched my back from the shock of it, gasping.
“Start your count again,” he said, a quiet but foreboding demand. “Anytime you miss a number or pause too long, you’ll need to begin again.”
I nodded, my body going hot from the pinch and my brain trying not to short-circuit. I had a feeling it was going to be a long night. “One hundred . . .”
TWENTY-EIGHT
“Ninety-nine,” I said, my voice trembling a bit as I continued counting.
Foster palmed my breasts, brushing his thumbs over the now-throbbing buds, and I moaned without wanting to. Even with the anxiety of not knowing where I was or if Kade was still there or if anyone else could see, I couldn’t help but respond to Foster’s touch. I tried to stay focused on saying the numbers, but that was getting harder with each caress.
Foster’s fingertips coasted along the sides of my breasts, then down along my belly and hips, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When he reached the triangle of satin and lace covering my mound, every muscle in my body tightened, anticipating the feel of him. He drew a single finger along the front of the satin, sliding telltale moisture along my cleft, then pressed against my clit.
I lost count again.
“Start over,” he said, gravel in his voice now. “I’m not taking you down until you get to one, angel.”
“One hundred, ninety-nine.” He pushed aside my panties and dipped a long finger inside me. “Oh, God.”
“Mmm, so scared you’re still quivering a little, but you’re as wet and hot as I’ve ever felt you, angel.” He stroked inside me with expert precision, and his stubble brushed my cheek. “If I was a betting man, I’d say a little exposure does your body good.”
My eyes squeezed tight and I kept counting as he added a second finger, but hard, shuddering need went through me. I didn’t know what he considered punishment. This was starting to feel like anything but. I was so wet, his fingers gliding deep and coaxing responses from me, that I knew it had to have been painfully obvious to anyone who may be near exactly how turned on and desperate I was for him. Somehow, I forgot I should be embarrassed about that. At the moment, I didn’t care.
Soon, his fingers slipped out of me and he grabbed my hips, situating me against him. The hard length of his cock pressed again the wet fabric of my panties. “And knowing this gets you so turned on and slick has every man watching hot and hard for you.”
My breath caught, the words sending a bolt of shock through me. “Foster.”