He didn’t tell me to speak, so I wait, my eyes locked on his face.
Instantly, he’s right in front of me, his hand an iron grip on the back of my neck. “That was very naughty, Selene. You made my cock so hard I couldn’t think. All I wanted was the feel of your skin. The taste of your pussy. The heat of your body. I can’t work like that, dirty girl. I lost my whole afternoon to fantasizing about what I’m going to do to you.”
He pulls his hand away, sliding it along the base of my jaw. I want to grab his tie and force his mouth to mine, but he didn’t tell me to move, and I’m determined to play his game.
“Good,” he says, holding my eyes. “Come in.”
He walks into his condo and I follow. The lights are low, and soft music drifts from the speakers. It would be a relaxing scene, but for the fire racing through my body.
Ronan stands a few feet in front of me and puts his hands in his pockets. “Strip.”
I try not to smile—I’m not sure if I’m allowed—and put my purse down on a side table. Slowly, I reach behind my neck and unfasten the clasp that holds up my shirt. I pull it over my head and let it drop to the floor. Ronan watches me, unmoving, but I can see the hunger in his eyes. I unzip my jeans and slide them down.
“Leave the shoes.”
It’s a little awkward getting my jeans over my heels, but I manage to do it while still feeling like a sex goddess. I stand in front of him, wearing only my lacy strapless bra and matching thong. He raises an eyebrow and I reach back, unhooking my bra, and let it drop. Then I slide my fingers beneath the waist of my thong and push it slowly down my legs, kicking it off when it gets to my feet.
I stand up again, naked save for my shoes. He licks his lips.
“Touch your nipples,” he says. “Slowly.”
My mouth drops open, but I comply, rubbing my fingers over my nipples, and feel them harden.
“Slide your hands down,” he says. “That’s it, dirty girl. All the way down.”
I move my hands down my body to my hips, and angle them in.
“Keep going,” he says. “Touch yourself.”
I find my clit with two fingers and rub a slow circle. My heart beats faster and heat rises between my legs.
“Stop,” he says, his voice still like frozen steel. “Bedroom.”
I take a deep breath and walk past him toward the bedroom, but he keeps his hands in his pockets and doesn’t touch me. I notice the blinds are already closed throughout his whole apartment. My heart is beating wildly as I stop in front of the bed.
He comes in and takes off his jacket, laying it on the back of a chair. Then he loosens his tie. “Sit down.”
I lower myself onto the edge of the bed, and he stands in front of me. I watch his face, struggling to contain myself. He unfastens his tie and slides it through the collar of his shirt, then loosens the top two buttons.
Fucking hell, he looks so sexy like that.
“Hands,” he says.
Oh my god. I hold out my arms, wrists together, trying not to shake. He binds my wrists, just tight enough that I know I won’t be able to get free.
“On your knees, facing the headboard,” he says.
I comply, although putting my back to him sends a renewed flurry of nervousness through my belly. He climbs onto the bed and ties my wrists to the headboard. His hands finally touch my skin again, grabbing my hips. He eases me backward so I’m bent at the waist, my arms stretched out.
He rubs one hand up the back of my thigh and palms my ass. My breath starts to go ragged and my pussy throbs again. I tilt my hips to the side, trying to force his hand near my center, but he squeezes my flesh.
“No moving until I say so,” he says. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you everything you want, Selene. Everything you need. But I have to punish you first.”
Never in my life did I think those words would elicit the flood of lust that overtakes me. I am not a child—if any man before Ronan had used the word punish while I was naked and bared to him, I would have been out so fast he wouldn’t know what happened.
But Ronan … I want him to. I want to play this game. I want him to make me pay for being naughty, like the dirty girl I am. It’s a thrill I’ve never had before.
“Do you know why you’re being punished, Selene?” he asks. “Answer.”
“For teasing you at work,” I say.
“Exactly,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down my ass and lower back. “Don’t make a sound.” He smacks my right cheek, and I bite my lip against the sting. Immediately his hand rubs the spot. “Ooh, poor baby. Did that hurt?”
I nod.
“Do you want another?”
I nod again.
He smacks the other side, the light sting sending a jolt of electricity through me. It doesn’t hurt enough to be upsetting, just a sharp burn that fades quickly. He rubs it with a gentle touch.