She seems to melt in my lap before me as she grovels for mercy. “Please, Sir, no.” She shakes her head. “I promise I will be the best submissive you’ve ever had. I promise to do anything you say without hesitation.” Lowering her voice to a whisper, she croaks out, “Please, just don’t put those drugs in me.”
Her begging seriously turns me on. I close the distance as I move my lips over hers. “Kiss me then, Princess, and don’t hold back. Show me how much you want me.” Her lips nervously brush mine, and I feel my cock pulsate. At the feel of my erection pressed into her sweet ass, and her tempting kiss, I groan into her mouth. “You’re a tease. Give me all of you.”
Breathing hard, she places her forehead against mine and pleads, “Please, I can’t…not like this. I can’t.”
“Oh? Is that right? What happened to, ‘I will do anything, Nick’?”
She tries to pull back, but I won’t let her. She’s a little fighter, a hellcat. She struggles against my hold, and a tinge of anger crosses her features as her tiny hands push against my chest. For what purpose, I don’t know; she’s not going anywhere.
“Do you have somewhere to be, darling? Are you that excited to get the party started,” I pull my head back, looking down on her, “or are you proving yourself to be the little liar after all?”
“Stop it. Let me go, you sick...twisted...” She stops struggling immediately when she sees the look of rage building inside my eyes. She knows she just ran a red light. Blue lights are flashing and sirens are wailing as her mouth comes to a screeching halt.
“Go on, sweetheart. You were saying...sick...what?” I threateningly sneer. Her throat clears to perhaps offer clarification or fix her faux pas. This ought to be a good one.
Stormy and turbulent blue eyes suddenly accost me. “I won’t allow you to drug me and then rape me!” she hisses in my face.
Instantly, I cup the back of her neck, pulling her forward to hiss back, “I will do whatever the fuck I want!”
She cringes in response to the sharpness of my tone, but it doesn’t stop her mouth from running on. Her mouth is her own worst enemy. “You may try to do whatever the fuck you want, but you will never own my mind!”
I exhale slowly, schooling my anger, not wanting to make a scene in public. I will be damned if she wins by making a fool of me here, especially in front of my colleagues and employees. Travis called this one from the beginning; he was spot on when he said she would try and make a mockery of me. She is a wild and insolent instigator, always pushing the boundaries, just like a damn two-year-old. There is only one way to handle the terrible twos, and I’m only too eager to dole out her punishment, when my hand will meet her ass. She played my game, up until the very point she found out she wasn’t getting her way. Then she showed me her true colors.
A sense of excitement begins coursing through my body from anticipating the punishment that awaits her. Oh, how I’m looking forward to watching her eat those very words tonight, because mark my words—she will eat them. I would never rape her, but after ten minutes of Blyss rolling through her system, she’ll be begging for my cock.
Schooling my features, I diplomatically take control of the situation. Very calmly, I state, “I apologize, but you will not be receiving your finely prepared dinner this evening. The more your mouth runs like an overflowing septic tank, the worse your punishment will be. Just keep that in mind.” I lift her off my lap and stand, holding both of her wrists behind her back with one of mine. “Come, we have a date with destiny.” I can see those sweet lips trembling, and I can imagine them being wrapped around my cock. I growl, nipping at her bottom lip. “The menu has officially changed from cocktails to cattails.”
“Sir, is everything all right?” Our waiter stops me, concern evident in his expression.
“It couldn’t be more perfect, thank you.” I glance at Julianna, and then speak to the waiter again. “My apologies, but we’ve had a change of plans. We will be unable to stay for dinner, but please give Rick my thanks.”
“Yes sir, no problem. I hope you have a wonderful evening.” If he knows what’s going on, he doesn’t let on, Smart boy. I give him a curt nod and continue on our path to see what’s behind the curtains in room seven.
I adjust my cock with my free hand as we begin walking through the ballroom toward the exit. Julianna looks white as a ghost, and I want to laugh, but refrain. She looks as if she’s walking the plank on a pirate ship. When I hear whispering all around, my lips lift in a cocky smile.