“No, I’m not ashamed of you and I’m not hiding you.”
I don’t wait for her to add anything else. I grab her and pull her to me.
“You’re mine, remember? I told you when you were riding my cock the other night that you’re my woman.” She glances over her shoulder as if she’s checking to see if anyone’s watching or can hear us. “Don’t worry about what they’re doing. Look at me.”
Her gaze snaps back to mine as I slowly back her into the corner of the patio, out of view of the glass doors.
“Are you mine, Brooklyn?” I tip her chin upward, my mouth centimeters from hers.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“So why the secrecy, hmm?” I grind my cock against her. “You afraid people will find out how naughty you are? How hard you liked to get fucked?”
I can see the effect my words are having on her. She tries to stay stoic, but she’s ripe with desire.
“Tell me, baby girl.”
“I just—”
I don’t play fair. I slide my hand right up her skirt and settle it between her thighs. Her eyes flutter before she swallows and regains composure.
“I just want to be taken seriously at my job. I don’t want people thinking I slept my way to the top.”
“Of course not,” I agree. I slide my hand up her neck and around the back, holding her head in place as the fingers of my other hand tease her. I run them softly over her sheer, damp panties.
“I promise you, honey, I will never attempt to negate your authority at work. You’re the boss, remember? Nobody will know that when we’re home, you’re my little fuck toy. Nobody will know that you’re mine to use and pleasure how I see fit.” I lean in and drag my lips from hers across her cheek to her ear. “But they will know that you’re my woman. They will know that you’re the love of my life, and that someday, you’re going to have my children.”
I pull my head back and look her in the eyes. I swirl my thumb over her clit a few times and feel her panties growing wetter by the second.
“Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“That’s my good girl.” I plant a kiss on her forehead and slowly pull my hand away from her, allowing her dress to fall back into place.
“Now, go get in my truck. We’re going to go back to our hotel and I’m going to remind you what kind of man I am.”
The 10-minute rideback to the hotel is silent.
There’s a heavy energy that hangs between us. I feel like I’m grinding my teeth to keep from bending the steering wheel in half. My cock aches to break through my jeans.
The moment I get her in our room, I see the anticipation in her eyes. She loves not knowing what’s coming next. Seeing her in the boardroom—in control, commanding—is sexy as hell. But this, this right here . . . her almost trembling with need, not knowing what I’m going to do to her, is pure fucking heaven.
She sits nervously on the end of the bed and I walk over to my suitcase, reaching inside to pull out a belt. I can see her watching my movements. I toss the belt on the bed next to her then bend down to remove my boots.
I slowly unbutton my shirt, removing it completely and tossing it on the chair next to the bed. Next, I undo my belt buckle and slowly pull the belt through the loops. Her eyes watch me intently.
“You curious why I brought two belts?”
She nods. Gone is that confident businesswoman. Right now, she’s just Brooklyn, my little plaything, and she loves it.
“You see those two posts on the bed?” I nod toward the head of the bed and she swivels to look at them. “Saw those online when I booked the room and thought of how lovely it would be to see you strapped to the bed—spread-eagle for me to have some fun with.”
Her mouth falls open.
“You ever been tied to a bed and fucked till you can’t walk, Brooklyn?”
“No,” she says, swallowing hard.