I looked down at her as I frog-marched her to the doors that led outside. “Yes. You can be sure of that.”
I thought I saw a tiny smile flutter at the corners of her mouth. I was gratified that she was pleased. “Oh. You saw it with your own eyes?”
“With my very own scope.” I tried not to brag, normally, but it was actually imperative that Pippa know I’d ensured her safety, up close and personal.
Of course we didn’t talk on the short ride to the airport hotel. When I parked my bike in the lot, I slung her bag over my shoulder again, figuring she’d want to freshen up. Yet my demeanor was cold and domineering. “Get the fuck upstairs.”
She looked up from under her lashes. “Yes, sir.”
I let her take a shower. That fit in perfectly with a scene I hadn’t been able to enact for years now. I waited outside the closed bathroom door, feeling almost like an evil stalker, until I decided she had towel-dried her hair and all that basic stuff. Then I barged on in and grabbed her once more by the elbow.
“That’s it. You’re coming with me, woman.”
“What?” she squealed. Unprepared, the towel she’d wrapped around her torso fell to the floor. All the better.
“This way.” Turning her, I tossed her on her face onto the bed, kneeling behind her. It was easy to zip tie her wrists together at the small of her back. Lust surged through me when I humped my erection against her bare ass. “I’ve heard you’ve been bad. Very, very bad.”
“Fox!” she squealed. She thrashed her shoulders violently from side to side. “What the fuck? Are you turning me over to Blankenship? Have you been lying to me?”
Cupping the back of her neck in my palm, I pressed her to the mattress. “I want none of your shit, woman. You’re going to compensate me for the hell you’ve put me through.”
Her voice was muffled by the mattress. “Hell I’ve put you through? What about you, Travis McShane of Taos, New Mexico? You fucking plug Ben Kightlinger in a fucking duel, and you run?”
I turned to stone, but only for a brief second. I was trained in dealing with split-second changes in attitude and atmosphere. She wouldn’t throw me.
“I’m not denying that,” I growled, and yanked her to her feet with one hand round the back of her neck, the other round her forearm. “I’m not explaining myself to a girl who needs to prove to me that she’s very, very sorry.” And I pressed her to her knees by the side of the bed.
Cradling her skull in my palm, I rubbed her face to my bulging crotch. She didn’t resist that. My penis was already close to erupting after weeks of wanting her. I’d done nothing but pleasure her, maybe too afraid to feel such exquisite torture myself. But it had backfired on me. Denying myself had only heightened my senses. When Pippa opened her lips and began mouthing my glans, I nearly lost it. Fuck me dry. After all she’d been through, the woman had game. She knew where I was going with this scene.
I figured she’d googled me, knowing about Kightlinger and all. “What I did didn’t endanger anyone else’s safety.” I tried to sound normal as she gummed my pulsing hard-on. “I took care of a threat to my own safety…and that of my wife.” Or so I’d thought. Little did I know Kightlinger had been banging my willing wife for a year before I found out.
She drew back a fraction of an inch. “Take it out, Fox. I want to taste your cock.”
Well. That wasn’t in the game plan. Yet how could I deny her? My fingers swiftly undid the heavy belt buckle. “I want you to please me, woman. I didn’t bring you up here so you could sleep. I brought you up here to use you as a tool of my own pleasure.”
She bounced up and down. Her little tits jiggled enticingly, and I had to reach down to fondle one. “Oh, please, Fox. Please. Use me as a fucking tool. Use me. Please.”
I hadn’t anticipated such enthusiasm. I was going to play the abduction game, but what did you do if your “victim” was willing? I took my cock out from my boxer briefs. Because I held her back by her shoulder, it throbbed in midair, heavy, thick, veined. Almost shiny in its tumescence. Pippa literally licked her lips, not taking her eyes off it. “Maybe if you do a good job we’ll let you keep your cannabusiness. If you suck me good enough, we won’t report you back to WITSEC. Come on, little sister.” My other hand waggled my cock in front of her face, stroked it lovingly. I took the droplet of pre-ejaculate that glistened at the tip and massaged the head. Carefully, though. I was so hot I was on the very verge of coming. “Take my big dick into your mouth and suck me good.”
She bowed and ducked away from my pressing hand. And, truth be told, I didn’t have much resistance in me to hold out. I let her sink my cock down her throat.