“Stop it, sugar plum,” he muttered.
“I’m not d-doing anything,” I stuttered, laughing nervously. “I’m just nervous.”
“We’ve already done this,” he reminded me. “Don’t tell me I’m that forgettable.”
“You could never be forgettable.” I tried to sneak my fingers under my dress, and he noticed, glaring at me from the corner of his eye, remaining calm and focused on the road.
“Holly. Stop it.”
“I can’t.” My fingers worked eagerly to get beneath the thong. “Let me just—”
“Holly. Hands. Off.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I’m going to spank you if you don’t, sugar plum.”
My hand stopped in its tracks at this, fingers trembling above my pussy, stretching out the lace of the thong. “You’re going to punish me?”
“It’s hardly a punishment if you love it.” He grinned darkly. “Now, sugar plum, what did I say? Get your hands off my pussy.”
“Your pussy?”
“Yes, Holly. It is mine, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Good girl.” He stopped at a red light and looked at me. “Give me your hand.”
I offered him my shaky hand and he took it, holding it as he drove the whole way home. My heart was pounding by the time we pulled up in front of his building. I wanted him. This new side of him was intoxicating. I was falling even more in love with a side of him I hadn’t known existed.
“There we are.” He pulled up in front of his apartment complex and looked me in the eyes. “I’m letting go now, sugar plum. Hold onto the handle and wait for me to open the door for you, okay?”
“Okay.” My voice was barely above a whisper. Bastian let go of my hand and I started shivering, waiting for him to let me out of the car. Once I did, I exchanged a shy look with him, and he walked me inside, holding my hand like the perfect gentleman.
“Go straight to my room,” he ordered me the moment the apartment door closed behind us. “Go on, sugar plum. I want you on my bed and waiting for me.”
I nodded and nearly tripped over my own feet in an effort to get to his room. I watched him shrug his jacket off before closing his bedroom door behind me. This was happening. It was really happening. And I was done running from it.
I got on the bed—and just in time too, because a moment later, Bastian entered the room.
He was bare-chested, with his tie wrapped around the knuckles of his hand. His cock made a sharp outline behind his business suit, and my mouth watered at the sight.
“Bastian,” I whispered, and he reached me in two quick steps.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” His voice was smooth like molten caramel.
“Yes, Bastian.”
“Show me.” He took my chin between his fingers, and I kept my eyes trained on him as I reached behind my back, slowly unzipping my dress. I allowed the straps to slip down my shoulders and peeled it off my body, exposing myself to my father’s best friend inch by devastating inch. I allowed my hands to cover up my breasts at first, teasing him with what was beneath my fingers. I showed him a glimpse here and there until he groaned out loud, his hands leaving my chin and gently prying my hands away. “Don’t cover yourself up, sugar plum. I want to see you.”
I parted my legs, sitting on my knees and moved my thong to the side. “Then look at me.”
He did, never taking his eyes off my fingers as I began to work the needy spot between my legs, massaging myself in circles. He watched me with dark intent until I was close to the edge. Then, he said, “Okay, sugar plum. Stop now.”
“Stop?” I mewled. “But I don’t want to stop.”
“Holly.” His voice held a warning. “Hands off.”
“No.” My fingers worked faster, and suddenly I wasn’t standing on the precipice anymore; I was falling into the abyss. I came with a cry on my lips, and then my body was flattened against the bed beneath Bastian’s, caged under him. “I’m sorry.”
“Naughty girl.” He lowered his lips to mine and trailed a line of kisses over my jaw, my neck, and my breasts. “We’re going to have to punish you.”
I was a mess of breathy moans and tangled hair beneath him, but he didn’t give a damn. Bastian kissed me like I was the most precious thing in the world, like a rougher touch could break me. It was gentle and sweet, and I craved for him to give me more. To be raw and unfiltered with me the way he had been before I ran off.
“You were going to punish me?” I reminded him, and he grinned at me.
“Dirty girl. All right.” He pulled himself up and sat on the bed, petting his knee. “Come on, Holly. Bend over my knee.”