I nod. “Yes.” The idea of sinking to my knees before him and taking his heavy cock in my mouth makes me wet.
He shakes his head, telling me I’ve said the wrong thing, given too much away. “Not this time,” he says, then reaches for my throat.
Lightly circling his fingers around my neck, his lips graze mine. With his hands at my throat, holding me in place, he has my full attention, which I think is the entire point. His thumb strokes along the column of my neck, and he smiles slightly when he feels the insistent thrum of my pulse.
“Being in trouble excites you. Naughty girl,” he remarks.
I make a small whimpering sound as the need to touch him, to kiss him, rises inside me. The masculine scent of his skin, the way he towers over me, even in my high-heeled shoes, the devastating look that says you will belong to my cock. It’s all too much.
“How much time do I have before I have to return you?” he asks.
I can see into the kitchen, to the clock on the wall. “I have forty-five minutes before my next appointment.”
“Perfect.” Placing a kiss at the base of my throat, Hale steps back and begins removing his tie as I watch in hungry anticipation the way he slides the knot free and pulls it from his collar. “Turn around.”
I spin around so I’m facing the wall, and Hale takes each of my wrists, binding them together firmly with his silk tie. He’s silent, and I can’t even begin to guess at his emotions. Once I’m secured, he guides me by my shoulders farther into the condo, my feet carrying me blindly down the hall. He leads me into the master bathroom where I was earlier, and faces us at the mirror with him standing behind me.
His rugged jawline is sporting a five o’clock shadow, and he looks devastatingly handsome. He could easily pass for a movie star on the cover of People Magazine’s “Sexiest Man Alive” issue. His eyes are glued to me, just like mine are to him.
I watch in the mirror as his deft fingers make quick work of unbuttoning my shirt, revealing the white lacy bra underneath.
“Just as I thought.” He traces his thumbs over my already hardened nipples. They’re swollen and ultra-sensitive with the rasp of the lace between us. My breath gets caught in my throat, and I moan softly as the sensations tumble through me.
After flicking open the front clasp of my bra to allow my breasts to tumble free, Hale picks me up and sets me down on the countertop, much like I fantasized about earlier. He brings his mouth to one breast, firmly sucking my nipple into his warm mouth, making me cry out.
I want to touch him, to stroke him, but with my hands tied behind my back, all I can do is sit perched before him, taking every ounce of pleasure he so expertly delivers. He moves from one breast to the other, licking and sucking until I’m soaking wet and about to explode with need.
When he rises to his full height before me, his lips are soft and damp from his onslaught of naughty kisses, and I want nothing more than those lips on mine. But Hale reaches into his jacket pocket and withdraws a small silver bullet-shaped vibrator. With a twist to the end, it hums to life, and butterflies take flight in my stomach.
Hale looks down at the toy buzzing in his hand and then back up at me with a devious glint in his eyes. “Now, what should we do with this?”
I’m practically squirming on the countertop. He can read me like a book. He knows I want to feel the buzz of the toy against me. But trying to maintain my composure, even with my hands tied behind my back and my bare breasts thrust out, I lift my chin. “Do you always carry a vibrator around in your suit jacket?”
“When I’m working with bad little girls who need to be fucked? Yes.”
My eyebrows dart up as my bravado fades away. “It seems you’ve thought of everything.”
“I told you I’m the best.”
His tone is confident, sure, direct. He is at his most beautiful when he’s like this. Tall. Commanding. In charge. I like it way more than I ever dreamed I would.
“Have you ever used a toy like this, Brielle?”
I’ve used a vibrator before; I’m not that innocent. “Yes,” I murmur.
His jaw twitches. “But have you used it here?”
He places the toy against my nipple, which hardens instantly as unexpected pleasure jolts through me. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Warm, delicious heat builds as the toy hums against my sensitive skin. He circles one nipple and then the other, watching as my chest heaves. Desire coils tightly inside me, and my body silently screams for a release.
“How does that feel, pet?” he asks, his tone low and sultry, and his eyes glued to my breasts.
“G-good,” I manage.