But that wouldn’t be appropriate right now, would it?
Or maybe it’s exactly what she needs … What we both need.
She smiles. “So are you going to tell me what that contract was for?”
“Nope,” I reply. “Not happening.”
She should be happy I let her go after seeing it. This hotel requires sensitive things like that to stay top secret.
“Figured,” she mumbles. “It’s not why I came here anyway.”
“So then … why did you come?” I ask.
She swallows as if she’s actively engaging with my words, picturing me saying something else. Maybe I did. She’s not the only one who likes to tease.
“Because, like you, I don’t enjoy giving up,” she says.
“I’m not something to keep either,” I reply.
I grab the visitor’s chair in front of my desk and twist it, holding the armrest to see where her eyes go. I want to witness her reaction, but she remains steadfast, holding my gaze as if it means the world to her that I’m looking.
But no matter how badly she may try to distract me with her beauty and wits, I don’t intend to avert my eyes.
“No, but I’d like to see where things could go,” she says.
“Things? You assume there’s more to this than just once.”
“We already passed once.”
Touché. She’s got me there.
“Lock the door,” I say.
I watch her do exactly what I ask. It’s entertaining to see how easily she responds to my commands. As if she was born to listen, but only to me.
I smirk and then sit down on the chair right in front of her, watching her reaction, her every move. With one finger, I beckon her to come forward. No words. No sound. Just the tip of my finger commanding her to walk.
And she does.
When she’s right in front of me, I say, “Take off your pants.”
She narrows her eyes. “And what makes you think I’d do that?”
My lip twitches. “Why else would you come here?”
It wasn’t a request or a demand. She can grab her bag and leave if she wants to. I’m not stopping her. I’m not even thinking about it. The only thing going through my mind right now is making her rethink her own desires. Seeing how far I can push her until she finally realizes there’s nothing more to me than just sex. Until she turns, runs, and never comes back.
But she doesn’t. Instead, her fingers gently curl around the fabric of her tight pants and roll them down. She finishes removing them by stepping out of them. Like she’s getting rid of her inhibitions, layer by layer. It’s amazing to watch.
“Panties too,” I say.
My tongue dips out when she gazes down at me, her eyes questioning. As if she’s waiting for me to do something to her—take off her clothes, ravage her, kiss her, anything. But I’m not going to give in to her that easily. I want to see how far she’ll go to get this … to get all of me.
When she’s stripped bare, I have to physically restrain myself from grabbing her and pressing my mouth between her legs. Patience is a virtue. First, she needs to be aware of the consequences of me fucking her twice.
I’m breaking all my rules for her … and I want her to know.
So I pat my lap while staring at her, and say, “Lie down on my lap. Face down.”
She swallows again as if she’s holding back the words. Fighting the need to speak up.
She doesn’t want me the way I really am … yet she can’t stop herself from needing more.
This is why we started chatting in the first place. Why we met up.
Her need for humiliation brings her to levels of shame she can’t cope with.
But in my world, shame isn’t a bad thing. It’s something to cherish. Something to revel in. Something to bask in and feed your soul with.
Shame is sin, and sinning … feels so fucking good.
And nothing beats the feel of her across my lap with that juicy ass on display.
As she lies down, her head faces toward me, but I’m not touching her. Not until she turns away and accepts whatever comes next. And after a few seconds of staring, she finally does.
Chapter 14
Kat
When his hand touches my skin, my butt cheeks clench. His hand is so warm and cold at the same time. Rugged but soft. Like he knows he means business … but wants to take it slow.
Then out of nowhere, he smacks my ass.
Pain ripples through my body, my legs … my pussy.
I squeal from the sudden onset but remain positioned where I am just from his hand resting on my ass. He gently strokes it, causing delicious sensations to dart everywhere.
Another smack has me in complete bliss.
I don’t know what it is about being handled like this, but I can’t say no. I don’t want him to stop, despite my feeling humiliated.