“Stubborn and willful,” he observed but she got the impression he found those traits an asset, which scared her a bit.
What would he do to her?
Sutton abruptly pulled her to her feet and then pushed her to her knees again.
He grinned as he stared down at her, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. Horrified and yet curious at the same time, Elizabeth realized what he wanted from her.
Sutton pulled his cock free from his silk boxers and the fleshy head loomed in her face like a giant pink mushroom on a rock hard stalk.
Palming his cock, he stroked it slowly, watching her reaction.
“Open your mouth,” he said and when she gave a small, minute shake of her head, he gripped her jaw painfully and forced her mouth to open.
Tears sprung to her eyes but she accepted the fleshy head of his cock, surprised to find the skin hot and silky smooth against her tongue.
Her first reaction was to gag but there was something sensual about the way his hips thrust against her, the way he threaded his fingers through her hair as he pumped gently, the moans that he couldn’t quite help as she found a rhythm that seemed to please him.
And then she realized that there was power in the giving of pleasure that she never would’ve imagined.
The subtle tremble in his hands as he gripped her firmly betrayed that she was the one in control, not the other way around and that knowledge sent a surge of pleasure through her own body.
She didn’t fight the cock going in and out of her mouth, instead, she went after it hungrily, emulating similar motions with her tongue as he had on her and the triumphant result was more satisfying than she could’ve dreamed.
Sutton groaned, his grip tightening almost painfully.
He stiffened and suddenly warm, salty liquid spurted into her mouth, sliding down her throat in great gobs, choking her with its volume, forcing her to swallow out of fear of making a mess.
“Good God…”
Sutton breathed, his voice a sexy rasp as he pulled away and collapsed in his chair, his cheeks flushed, his gaze hazed.
When he could form words, he assessed her with a narrowed stare, saying with suspicion, “You lied to me.”
And she just about fell over.
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“What do you mean, I lied to you?”
Elizabeth repeated, dumbfounded as she began to rise until he shoved her back down to the floor on her knees.
“Ouch! What are you doing?”
“You will not rise until I give you permission to do so,” he replied, regarding her keenly.
Why had she lied about her sexual experience? What else had she lied about?
Was she still a virgin?
She scowled at him but sank back onto her knees, mollifying him briefly.
“Are you, in fact, a virgin?”
“What are you talking about? Yes, I told you I was,” she said, openly offended. “If you don’t believe me, that’s your problem.”
Was she defensive because he’d caught her in a lie or was she genuinely upset that he questioned her honesty?
He didn’t know her well enough to tell.
“You give pretty good head for a girl who’s proclaimed to never had any experience with it,” he said, gauging her reaction.
She blushed two shades of pink, which he found heartening.
“Beginner’s luck, I guess,” she mumbled. “Can we not talk about it, please?”
His suspicion relented a notch. Her discomfort was genuine as was her embarrassment.
Was he that lucky that his little virginal pet was a natural in bed? An instinctual lover?
While he was delighted at having landed such a delectable morsel for such a unique arrangement, there was something about Elizabeth that threw him off kilter.
He regarded her as he tucked away his cock, enjoying the way she averted her gaze as if afraid to look when in fact.
Oh, sweet little peach, you are going to become intimately aware of every nook and cranny of my body.
Just as he would become of hers.
“You may stand,” he said, smiling as she adjusted her skirt, still concerned with propriety when he’d just creamed down her lovely throat.
“Collect your things and go to this address,” he paused to jot an address and hand it to her “I want you showered and ready for me when I arrive by five. Understand?”
Elizabeth read the address and drew a halting breath, realizing that he meant to fuck her tonight.
He was giddy to have what belonged to him.
All of those beautiful curves…
The end of the work day couldn’t come fast enough.
If he didn’t have pressing details to attend, he’d say fuck it and bail so he could sink into that pink flesh but that wasn’t the case.
The west coast cousins were all about respectability these days and that meant putting in an honest day’s work — whatever that was.
He watched her leave, enjoying the view immensely, until on the heels of Elizabeth leaving, his cousin Vince entered the office with a quizzical scowl.
“Who was that?”
“Someone I’m eager to get to know better,” Sutton answered cagily.
The last thing he needed was Vince going all sanctimonious on him.
Since getting hitched and having a kid Vince seemed to have forgotten that his roots used to be blacker than sin.
Hell, Vince used to be as bad as they came; he used to be fun to hang out with.
Now?
Giant buzzkill.
Vince dropped into the chair opposite Sutton. “We might have a buyer for Malvagio. Can you meet with them at the club?”
“Sure.” Relaxed after that epic blow job, Sutton didn’t even bother trying to convince that hanging onto Malvagio was a good business decision.
Vince wouldn’t listen anyway.
“Who is it?”
“Honey Cresswood. She comes from old money, European nobility that crossed the pond several generations ago. She’s loaded to the gills and kinky as hell.”
“My kind of woman,” Sutton murmured with a grin. “Married or otherwise attached?”
“Settle down, tiger. I’m not sure she’s into guys, at least not this year anyway. She’s been shacking up with Emily Rochester for a year.”
“Last I heard Emily let the door swing both ways.”
Sutton would know — he’d fucked her at least twice.
Smirking, Sutton, added, “But whatever works, right? Why do you think Honey is a good fit for the club?”
“She’s connected to the right people, rich as fuck, and understands the need for discretion. I think she’s perfect. Hell, I’m half tempted to slash the asking price just to sweeten the deal. I’m sick of lugging this albatross around my neck.”
“What happened to you, man?” Sutton couldn’t help but ask. “It’s like I’m looking at a stranger. Malvagio is a legacy, not an albatross.”
Vince chuckled as if Sutton was the one who had it backward. “Someday, you’ll realize that there’s more to life than fucking.”
“God, I hope not,” he said with an involuntary shudder, immediately thinking of how he couldn’t wait to sink into his new pet.
He reluctantly pulled his thoughts into focus.
“All right, so when’s this meeting supposed to happen?”
“Tonight. You free?”
Under any other circumstance, he would’ve shrugged off his plans but not even a night at Malvagio was worth missing out on what he planned to do to Elizabeth.
“Sorry, tonight’s no good for me. Got plans already.”
“Might those plans include the girl with the banging curves who just left?”
Sutton knew that Vince only had eyes for his wife but just knowing that Vince had noticed just how hot Elizabeth was made him feel growly.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Already feeling territorial?
He forced himself to chill out.
“Maybe. We’ll see,” he said without sharing more. “Can you put off the kinky heiress for a night or two?”
“Sure. We’ve waited this long, we can wait a few more days.”
“Oh, that reminds me, I’ll be out of your hair by this evening. I’ve found an apartment to rent that suits my needs.”
Vince didn’t pretend to care. “Nolan will be pleased to hear it. He says you’re a bad influence.”
Sutton shrugged. “I’ll accept that as a compliment.”
“You would.”
“If your pretty wife hadn’t lopped off your balls and stuck them in her Birken bag, you would’ve too.”
Vince chuckled and rose. “Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.”
“Pre-ball-and-chain or after? Because honestly, the yardstick against pre-married Vince was pretty short. Married Vince? He’s practically a woman.”
Vince just laughed at the insult and tipped an imaginary hat Sutton’s way.
“And you, dear cousin, will never know the sublime pleasure of being someone’s other half.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Sutton quipped with an easy smile.
“Oh, it is. You just don’t have the sense to know it.”
And then Vince let himself out.
Sutton shook his head, bemused.
He found it distressingly odd that all three Buchanan brothers had changed so drastically after falling in love.
Seemed like something to avoid, if you asked Sutton.
He liked his life.
No, correction, he loved his life.
What wasn’t to enjoy? Endless pleasure at the drop of a hat, exotic locales at the snap of a finger?
The freedom to do and say whatever he wanted without fear of reprisals?