Chapter 6
She’s perfect.
With only a moment of hesitation, she scoots off the couch to her knees.
I’ve seen plenty of women crawl across a room for me. Most have playful looks in their eye, or wiggle their asses to make it more enticing. But not her.
She’s almost clumsy with her movements as she moves the few feet toward me. When she reaches her destination, she sinks back so her ass sits on the heels of her feet.
She looks up at me with innocent curiosity. She’s waiting for the next directive.
I lean into her, knuckling her chin until she brings her eyes to mine.
“Your eyes are so pretty.” I move in and brush my lips across hers, intending a brief kiss.
But it’s not enough.
I capture her mouth beneath mine. She’s like hot honey, all sweet and spice.
When I break the kiss, I press my forehead against hers.
“How has no one snapped you up yet?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
She laughs softly. “I’m not as easy to handle as I have been tonight. I’m stubborn and outspoken. A lot of men don’t like that.”
“I’m beginning to think you haven’t had any actual men in your life. Little boys don’t like women who can stand on their own two feet. Men find it sexy as hell.”
Her cheeks blush, and it’s such a fucking turn on my cock aches.
“You think I’m sexy?”
“Tell me no one you’ve been with has told you that before, and I’ll make you give me their names so I can have their eyes plucked out.”
My vow startles her, if her sharp intake of breath is any indication.
“Everything about you is sexy.” I brush her hair back with my fingers.
“You haven’t even seen all of me yet.” She’s teasing. It comes naturally, this playful banter.
“You’re right, I haven’t. It’s time to rectify that.” Leaning over her, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
She gasps, then immediately starts wiggling.
“You could have just told me to follow you,” she grabs onto my shirt, trying to steady herself.
“I should have told you to crawl behind me. But this is faster.” I kick open the bedroom door. “I don’t want to wait anymore. Get out of those clothes.”
I dump her onto the king-sized bed, where she bounces into the middle with her hair covering her face. She pushes the dark locks away and looks up at me with a sweet purity I’d begun to believe didn’t exist.
“You’re not moving fast enough.” I warn her. “And you already have two strikes against you tonight.”
“Do I?” She kicks off the one shoe still remaining and flings it from the bed.
“Tell me what they are?” I fold my arms over my chest, leaning back against the dresser.
“My strikes?” She folds her legs beneath her and pushes herself up to her knees.
“Yes. How did you earn them?”
She taps the tip of her finger against her mouth, like she’s really trying to think. There’s a smile there, though. She’s enjoying this.
“Well, there was the water.” She points at me. “You didn’t like it when I didn’t drink that.”
“That’s right. What was the second?” It takes some work, but I kick out of my shoes, pushing them aside.
“The car. I didn’t wait for you to open the door for me.”
“You’re dangerously close to the third strike.” I give a pointed glance at her dress.
It’s black and sleek. A simple dress for a night out on the town. It hugs her curves perfectly. She’s beautiful in it.
I want it off.
I want her naked.
And she’s still staring at me.
Daring me.
“Are you trying to test me?”
“I don’t know. What does that look like?”
“You’re a preschool teacher. You know when someone’s testing the rules.” I take a step toward the bed. She holds firm.
“I do.” She nods.
“Is that what you’re doing? Trying to see what happens to naughty girls that don’t obey?”
Her throat works as she swallows. Her pupils explode with her desire. Her pulse beats hard against her neck, I can see it from here.
She sinks back onto her feet, her hands pressed into her thighs. The dress has ridden up enough for the thin strip of material keeping me from seeing her pussy to show.
With her eyes fixated on me, I take my time unbuckling my belt and pulling it from my slacks. Her tongue runs along her bottom lip, telling me everything I need to know.
Each step I take toward the bed makes her breath quicken.
“Last chance, Christiana. Get those clothes off if you want to feel my tongue on your pussy. If you want my cock buried deep inside you.”
She’s considering it. Does the reward of obedience outweigh the possibility of not getting what she wants with her disobedience.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I push upward on her chin to make her look up at me. Her muscles constrict beneath my palm.
Wild desire runs rampant in her soft brown eyes. I want to memorize it.
Then, on the cold nights that I’m forced to spend with a woman who has ice in her veins, I can retrieve the image to get me through the night.
“Go on, sweetheart, be a good girl. Take off that dress.” I squeeze the sides of her throat, enough for to feel it, but not enough to take away her air.
“All right.” She acquiesces, pulling the dress up over her hips and up to her neck.
I release her, giving her enough space to pull the slip of a dress over her head, and then I take it.
“You’ll get this back when I say.” I bring it to the dresser and stuff it into the top drawer.
When I turn back around she’s still on her knees, her hands pressed into her thighs and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Her eyes are fixated at my feet. A crimson blush spreads across her chest, up her neck and covers her face.
She’s the most beautiful sight I’ve seen. One hundred percent real.
“Look at me.” I move to the edge of the bed.
All I have to do is lift my hand and I can touch her, cup her breasts, kiss her. Definitely kiss her.
When her round eyes make their way up my torso and meet mine, her lip slips out from between her teeth.
“All you have to do is say stop, and we stop.” I assure her. “We can order food and watch a bad movie if you want.”
She tucks her hair back behind her ear.
“I don’t want to watch a movie,” she says, her voice coarse and soft.
“No?” I brush my fingertips along her jawline, enjoying the way she leans into my touch. “What do you want to do?”
“You said something downstairs about making me feel good.” Her lips pull up to the side. “I think I’d like to do that.”
“I think that can be arranged.” I slide my fingers into her hair, fisting it at the base of her scalp and pull her head back, capturing her mouth in another kiss.
My cock presses against the zipper of my slacks. A guttural groan builds in the pit of my belly and unleashes when my tongue swipes past her lips and clashes with her own.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders. The bite of her fingernails, driving my arousal even higher.
“On your back.” I growl, lightly shoving her shoulders. “Head on the pillow and spread your fucking legs.”
Her eyes glimmer with excitement.
“Yes, sir.” She whispers and moves into position while I work the buttons of my shirt open.
“Say that again,” I order her.
She swallows.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No, sweetheart.” I yank my shirt off and toss it to the ground, shucking out of my pants and boxers before climbing onto the bed. “You did everything right, now say it again.”
She wets her lips, looks down at me through her open legs as I lay between her thighs.
“I said, yes, sir.”
I groan. This woman is fucking perfect.
Settling between her legs, I push the black cotton strip of her panties to the side, exposing her wet slit.
Licking my lips, I feel every bit the big bad wolf.
“Do you like these panties?” I ask when the slip of cotton gets in my way.
“Do I like them?” she repeats.
“Are they—never mind, I’ll buy you new panties.” I tear the fabric just above her clit, removing the obstacle completely.
“Oh my god! You just tore them off.” She pushes up to her elbows.
Her outrage is adorable. It’s intoxicating how easily she expresses herself, how easy she is to read.
“You’re going to forgive me,” I assure her.
“You think so?” She cocks an eyebrow. Always challenging. “When?”
“Right now.”