Although it chafed, more than a little, to basically be kicked out of his office, he knew she had a point. “Fine. But I’ll be checking in.”
“As long as you stay away from the building, I’ll allow it.” Shifting her attention back to her computer screen, she waved a hand at him. “Now, go. Shoo.”
“I’m going, I’m going.”
“Oh, and Cyrus?” she called when he was reaching for the door handle.
“Yes?”
“Enjoy your lunch with Ms. Ouranos.”
Mumbling under his breath, he yanked open the door and stalked out, slamming it again on her cackling laughter.
* * *
The bombshellshe’d dropped on the office had pretty much sent every single person there into a chaotic sprint to get the news out on every medium they owned. But, somehow, she was still able to slip away for her lunch date at Cyrus’s house, even if they’d had to push it a bit.
With her body still buzzing from the high of getting the jump on not just every other news station, but the Guild itself, she practically ran up the steps to his house to bang on the front door.
The door swung open and before she could even get out a greeting, she was in his arms, his lips on hers, hot and greedy and maybe even a little desperate. With a kick, he slammed the door shut and spun her around, slamming her up against the wall hard enough to knock one of the carefully hung paintings off its hook.
“Um, how much did that cost?” she managed to gasp out when he moved his attention to her neck, quick little nips that he soothed with his tongue.
“Don’t worry about it,” he growled in her ear. “You should be worried about whether Daddy is going to let you come or not.”
The buzz from breaking her story mingled with the anticipation his words created until she thought she might simply die from the adrenaline coursing through her system. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he pushed her skirt up to her hips, his movements stalling when he discovered what she was wearing underneath.
“Fuck.” The word was half-whisper, half-groan, and it added another layer to her arousal. “Is this for me, baby? Did you get all dressed up for Daddy?”
She had absolutely been thinking of him when she’d donned the lacy black garter belt and the matching thigh-high stockings, but she still hadn’t punished him for making her worry all morning. Even knowing he’d had a good reason, her heart hadn’t quite recovered from being left hanging. “Who said they’re for you?”
“Wrong answer, Ace.”
A tug and the sound of fabric ripping warned her what was happening a split second before his mouth was on her. Some vague part of her mind was yelling about him tearing her underwear, but the feel of his lips closing around her clit soon drove any coherent thought from her mind.
Gods, the man knew how to use his tongue. She was about to come, standing right there in the entryway of his house, if he—
Just as she teetered on the edge of oblivion, he pulled away and rose to his feet. “Come on, naughty girl. Daddy has a surprise for you.”
Still pressed up against the wall, she stared at him, her mind not quite comprehending what was happening. “But, I thought you were going to…” She let the sentence hang, too embarrassed to actually say the words out loud.
“If you’re a good girl, you might get that orgasm you’re wanting. And being a good girl means doing as you’re told, without arguing.”
Asshole. The word practically scalded her tongue, but she had a feeling calling him names didn’t fall under his definition of being a “good girl”, so she kept the sentiment to herself as she followed him into the living room.
“Bend over the back of the couch, please.”
At least he was a polite asshole. Letting her own silent humor soothe the sting of being denied what had promised to be a spectacular orgasm, she positioned herself over the back of the couch as instructed, her ass high in the air and her hands pressed into the soft cushions.
“Have you ever had anything in this sweet little bottom of yours, Mina?”
“No, Daddy.” And if it had been any other man, she probably would have bolted at the mere suggestion. But if anybody could makethatfeel good, she had a feeling it would be Cyrus Banks. Twisting around, she smirked at him over her shoulder. “Are you planning to fuck me in the ass?”
“Not tonight, no.” Relief and disappointment swirled inside of her, until he spoke again. “But I am going to begin training you to take me there.”
A sound reached her ears, almost like a plastic lid being snapped open, a moment before something cold and wet dribbled between her bottom cheeks.
“Daddy?”