“Fuck! I’m so close, Cyrus, I’m so close. Harder.”
A stinging smack landed on the side of her hip, nudging her close to the precipice even as she cried out at the burn it left behind. “How do you address me when I’m balls deep inside of you, little girl?”
“Daddy!” Fingers digging into the plush leather cushions, she all but screamed it. “Daddy, please, I need to come!”
“Much better.” With that growled praise he drove into her, his hips snapping against hers as he fucked her, hard and fast just as she’d asked him to. Begged, really, but she was trying not to think too hard about that.
Some things were worth losing your dignity for. At least temporarily.
Tension coiled in her core as he pounded into her, hitting that sweet spot of nerves inside of her again and again. Until finally, it exploded, electric pleasure zipping along her nerve endings.
“Fuck!” he growled, slamming home one final time, his cock swelling and filling her as he panted for breath above her. “Gods, Ace. You really are going to be the death of me.”
From her boneless position over the couch, she managed a grin. “You’re not too bad yourself, counselor.”
“Brat.” He gave her bottom a half-hearted swat before pulling away from her and helping her back up to a standing position. She swayed, teetering dangerously on her heels, but he caught her and held her up until her knees stopped wobbling enough to hold her upright.
“Is there a bathroom down here where I can clean up?”
“No.”
“Really? Ugh, I’ll use the upstairs, then.”
But when she tried to move past him, he simply wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him. “I mean, no, you may not go clean up.”
“I can’t exactly go walking around all day with your cum dripping down my legs.”
“That’s exactly what you’re going to do. I want my scent on you when you cross those pretty legs in the middle of a meeting. I want you to remember who you belong to with every step you take. Which is why you’ll also be leaving the plug in until you return for dinner.”
Shock and arousal had her core clenching all over again. Which shouldn’t have been possible, since she’d just had that mind-blowing orgasm, but somehow, he managed it. “First off, I never agreed to dinner.”
“You have other plans?” Something dangerous skirted around the edges of his voice, sending a shiver of fear up her spine. “Perhaps with whoever you were wearing the sexy underwear for?”
“That was a joke, but even if it wasn’t, we never said anything about being monogamous.”
Wrong answer, Ace. His words from earlier echoed in her mind as his hand wrapped around her throat. There was no pressure, nothing that even made drawing breath difficult, but even with his fingers simply resting there, she sensed the danger lurking beneath the sophisticated, polished surface.
She had the very distinct impression he kept that part of him, that darker, more lethal part, under tight control.
What would he be like, she wondered, when that control snapped?
“Then let me be very clear.” Now he did apply just the slightest bit of pressure, enough to have her heart racing against his palm. “While you are fucking me, there is nobody else. I am the only man seeing your fancy underwear, the only man touching you, the only man tasting that delicious pussy. And I am certainly the only man whose cock is allowed anywhere near any of your sweet little holes. Do we have an understanding?”
“As long as it goes both ways,” she said with far more calm than she felt. “My holes are the only ones your cock had better be in. And you won’t have to worry about where you’re putting it if I find out otherwise.”
“Of course.” Leaning in, with his hand still at her neck, he brushed a kiss across her lips that was shockingly chaste in comparison to what they’d just shared. “I’ll see you for dinner, then?”
“I really don’t know if I’ll be able to,” she said, true regret coloring her tone. She wanted nothing more than to get off work and race back to his house for a few more of those incredible orgasms before bed. “But I’ll let you know. What time will you be getting off work?”
“Maggie kicked me out of the office until Monday because of this whole Guild nonsense.”
“Good.” When his fingers flexed around her throat, she raised an eyebrow. “You know she’s right. You need time to figure out your new role and you can’t do that if you’re working ten- and twelve-hour days for the DA’s office. When is your swearing in ceremony?”
“Tomorrow morning.” His grin flashed, smug and a little wicked. “Apparently, some nosy reporter spilled the beans before the Guild had the chance to and it’s moved the timeline up a bit.”
“Naughty reporter.”
“Very. It’s lucky for her I find sticking it to the Guild to be a new favorite hobby of mine. Or else she might have found herself with a nice, hot bottom during dinner tonight.”