“Is that why you want to buy it together? Because you’re concerned about my investment portfolio?”
“I want to buy it with you because I want us to have something tangible. Something that is ours. A symbol that we’re stepping out and moving on.” What he didn’t say was that he couldn’t drop to one knee and offer her a ring the way he wanted to. Maybe he’d never be able to do that. But he’d damn well give her this. And as much and as often as he could, he’d make sure that in the eyes of the world, they were a couple.
“So,” he pressed. “Are you in?”
Her smile bloomed so wide it made his heart swell. “Yeah,” she said simply. “I’m in.”
“In that case, I think we need some of that wine.” He moved to the kitchen and got a bottle from her wine fridge, then deftly uncorked it. He took the bottle and two glasses back out to the living room and set them both on her coffee table. Then he sat, and when she moved to join him, he shook his head. “No. You stand.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because I’m going to watch you. And then I’m going to fuck you.”
She licked her lips, and he saw the color rise in her cheeks. “What if I say no?”
He just shook his head. “That word has no meaning tonight.” He let his eyes graze over her, noting the way she shifted her weight. The way her nipples hardened beneath that skimpy little halter. The enticing way she sucked on her lower lip.
Christ, he was hard.
“Take off your jeans,” he demanded.
She complied immediately, first kicking off her heels, then unbuttoning the fly, then easing the jeans down over her hips until she finally stepped out and tossed them aside. She was clad only in tiny pink panties and her triangle style halter.
“Shirt next,” he ordered, and felt his cock twitch when she obeyed without even the slightest hesitation.
She reached up to the middle of her back and pulled at the string to untie the bow. Then she lifted both hands to her neck, undid that bow as well, and the skimpy top slid off her to the ground.
She stood there in only her panties, her hands still behind her head, her hip cocked to one side and a sexy little smile on her face. Her nipples were hard, her areolae tight and puckered, and all he wanted to do was stand up and take one of those perfect tits in his mouth and suck until she felt it so damn intensely that she came in his arms.
Soon, he thought. But not yet.
“Slide your hand down inside your panties,” he ordered, then watched her mouth open as she gasped in pleasure when her finger skimmed over her clit. He watched her touch herself, stroking his cock as she did, and getting harder and harder as he imagined the feel of her. The heat of her.
“That’s it, baby. Play with your clit. Tell me when you’re close.”
Her posture tightened as she touched herself, her breathing coming faster and faster. She was close—and damned if he wasn’t, too. He wanted to watch her explode. Wanted to see the way her face lit as she went over the edge.
But that wasn’t the game. Not yet. And the moment she whispered, “Now,” he ordered her to stop and pull her hand away.
She whimpered, but she complied, and her easy obedience made him all the more hard.
He stood, still fully dressed, his cock straining painfully against his jeans. “Why did I make you stop?”
With a little sigh, she licked her lips. “To tease me.”
“Oh no, baby,” he said, stepping right in front of her and running his fingertip lightly over her breasts, making her sigh, then roughly flicking her left nipple and changing her sigh to a startled little cry. “Not to tease, but to punish.”
He watched as she closed her eyes, her throat moving as she swallowed, then he took her arms and lifted them above her head, until she was the way he wanted, hands clasped, body stretched up, her back slightly arched. Beautiful. And his.
“Why am I punishing you?”
“I—I don’t know.”
Her eyes were still closed and so she wasn’t expecting it when he spanked her tit, eliciting a surprised cry. He kept his eyes on her, watching her reaction. He’d never done that before, and he’d stop if she wanted him to. But goddamn it, he hoped she didn’t want to. She’d promised him she’d welcome whatever he needed, and right now—tonight—he needed this. He needed her.
He needed her to be his. Completely. Fully. No holds barred.
He moved closer, cupping both her breasts and squeezing, then lowering his mouth to suck on the nipple of the tit he’d just spanked. He released his hand from her other breast and slid it down until his fingers dipped beneath the band of her panties and he found her soaked, her clit swollen and so sensitive that she shuddered at the softest of touches.
He bit back a smile; apparently she liked it just fine.
“Why am I punishing you?” he repeated after he drew his mouth off her breast, scraping her nipple with his teeth as he did so.
She continued to hold her arms above her head, and he couldn’t help but smile at how well she was obeying. “Because I was bad.”