My heart thundering in my chest, I do as he says. When I’m facing the wall, he presses against my back and pushes me hard, caging me in with his body.
“Stay there,” he barks. “Hands on the wall.”
I raise my palms and press them flat against the side of the elevator. Anticipation tingles on my skin. Then his heat disappears. I feel him move away from me and hear his footsteps as he
paces back and forth—like he’s deciding whether to lecture me or punish me.
When he stops pacing, without speaking, he tucks his fingers under the straps of my emerald green dress and—just like that—snaps them.
The fabric hangs loose, but still covers my chest. Mack curls over my body from behind, trails his index finger across my collar bones, traces the lines of Kole’s tattoo, feeling the raised flesh beneath it. For a second, he hesitates. As if he’s reminding himself that I’m vulnerable, that someone did horrible things to me once, and that he shouldnotgive in to temptation.
When I sway back toward him, turning my head and parting my lips, he understands I want him to kiss me.
With his belt still wrapped around his hand, he tucks his fingers under my chin and holds my face still. He steals a kiss, hungry and searching. I moan into his mouth.
Brushing my curled hair over my shoulders, he stops kissing me and stands back. He runs his hands down my sides, releasing an appreciative sigh.
Finally, he returns to my dress. After easing it down over my breasts, he moves his expert hands to my back and unclips my strapless bra. It falls to the floor. I wait for him to turn me around and put his mouth on me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he hitches up the skirt of my dress and finds my panties. He bends down as he rolls them toward my ankles, then gently lifts each of my feet and helps me step out of them.
Pressing his large heavy chest against my back, he whispers into my ear, “Who do you belong to?” His voice lands like melted chocolate on my skin.
“You,” I breathe.
“Who do you belong to?” he repeats, slamming my hands back onto the wall as I attempt to turn around and face him.
My heart hammers against my ribs. Fuck, I need this. Teasing him felt good. Tying him up and making him writhe beneath me made me feel all kinds of powerful. But, in a strange way, letting him take control gives me power too. “I belong to you, Daddy.”
Mack hums darkly, planting a rough kiss on my bare shoulder. “Now, be a good girl and stay quiet.” He reaches around and puts a finger into my mouth. As I suck it, he asks, “Can you do that for me, Nova?”
I nod, desperate for him to touch me. Desperate for his praise to wash over me again.
“Can you stay quiet while I make you come? Because if someone catches us in here, we’ll be in trouble. Big trouble.”
I nod again, but already—as his hands find my nipples—it’s almost impossible to remain silent. When a small mewing sound escapes my lips, Mack stops, takes his hands away, and stands back.
He puts his hand around my throat and flexes his fingers. Before I can promise him I’ll do better next time, he’s shoved my panties into my mouth. “Maybe now you’ll stay quiet?” he asks, tilting my head and kissing my forehead tenderly.
But it still doesn’t work. I’m so turned on it’s like I’m on fire. I wait for him with fizzing anticipation. When he puts his hand between my legs and traces a long, knowing finger along my folds, I shudder and moan through the gag.
Mack takes his hand away. “Naughty girl,” he sighs. Then he reaches round me and punches the red button on the elevator wall.
We’re moving again. I’m shaking. My dress is broken, my breasts are exposed, and I have no idea if I’m allowed to move now or not. Arousal hums on my skin. As the elevator moves down through the floors, I pull my panties from my mouth and pick up my bra while Mack puts his belt back on.
I’ve just managed to haul my dress up and cover myself when the elevator stops.
Putting his hand on the small of my back, without looking at me, Mack leads me down an empty corridor toward the parking lot. He swipes the card Annalise gave us, letting us out, and heads for the truck.
We’re barely inside when he pushes his seat back and pulls me across his lap. I start fumbling with his belt, but he says, “No. Move this way. Ass in the air.”
My core pulses. I slide across his lap and brace my hands on the door. Slowly, Mack pulls my dress up. He smooths his hands over my cheeks, then pulls his arm back and slaps me hard.
The sound of the slap makes me jump. Pain moves like a lightning rod from my ass to my pussy. I squirm and bite my lower lip. Again, Mack spanks me. Then again, and again. Each time, he rubs my skin afterward, soothing the sore spot as he grows harder beneath me.
“Now, can you be quiet?” he asks, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
I nod, silently.
“Can you come quickly for me? Quickly and quietly so we’re not caught?”