Chapter 2
Ford
Jesus fucking Christ. I still couldn’t believe that Violet was here, let alone that she’d been bold enough to dive into the pool when most women would worry about ruining their dress or hair or make-up.
Not Violet. She was reckless, defiant, and gloriously indifferent to anyone’s opinion of her.
She was the half-sister of my good friend’s fiancée, which should have made her off-limits.
But from the second I laid eyes on Violet, I’d wanted to do filthy things to her and that sassy mouth of hers.
She had piercing green eyes to match her attitude, gorgeous blonde hair I wanted to pull on, and she was the perfect size for me to haul up over my shoulder and carry off to do wicked things to her.
And now here she was, at the club, emerging from the pool like a fucking siren—hair slicked back, waterproof make-up still intact, and her skin gleaming under the soft glow of the pool lights.
She was dripping wet as that scrap of fabric that could hardly be called a dress clung to her figure, riding up her toned, tanned thighs and showing off her tight nipples.
I gripped my glass tightly and before I could shatter it, I forced myself to hand it off to a passing server.
“Whoops.” Violet walked over to us, water sliding down her skin, her throat, between her small but firm breasts… “Look at me, all wet…”
She wasn’t talking to me, wasn’t even looking at me, but I had a pretty good idea of what she was doing. Every interaction I’d had with Violet, she’d been nothing but a spitfire to me. Arguing with me, scoffing, rolling her eyes. It was like she was daring me to put her over my knee.
My cock already ached. There was honestly nothing I liked better than taming a brat, getting the submissive to give in and admit I was in control, mewl and writhe with pleasure under my ministrations after resisting for so, so long.
I wanted to hear Violet beg, not because she had to, but because she needed to.
I wanted her looking up at me with that bratty mouth parted, eyes hazy with desire, thighs trembling from the force of what I’d just done to her…
and realize she’d picked the wrong man to provoke.
Or the right one, depending on her attitude.
Violet looked at one of the men that Tate and I had been talking with, some other regular at the club I recognized but kept forgetting his name. “You wouldn’t mind getting me a towel, would you?” Her hands slid over her body. “This fabric is just so…clingy…”
Before he could respond, she plucked his drink from his hand, giving him a sultry smile. “Unless you like me wet.” She downed his drink in one go while he gaped at her.
Naughty, confident, irritating, glorious girl.
Violet handed the man his glass back and he cleared his throat. “I can get you that towel,” he finally said, voice rough.
“Oh, would you?” Violet’s lashes fluttered guilelessly, and she tugged at the straps of her dress. “I would hate to take this off and have nothing else to put on instead. It would be terrible to have to walk around here dripping wet and naked.”
Jesus Christ.
Violet’s gaze flickered over to me, just for a moment—but I caught it. Yeah, she was trying to rile me up, but what she didn’t realize was that all she was doing was earning herself a punishment when I had her alone.
And I would get her alone. There was no doubt about that.
One of the other men stared at her breasts and Violet smiled at him. “Or maybe you like that I’m wet?” she asked him.
My cock throbbed as Violet pressed herself up against the poor guy, giving him a sultry pout.
He just stood there, gawking at her like a fish out of water, unsure what to do with her.
I’d seen this guy around the club and knew he wasn’t the dominating sort.
He wasn’t going to give Violet what she wanted. What she needed.
But that didn’t matter, because Violet wasn’t looking for this man to give her anything. Every sway of her hips, every deliberate flick of her gaze, it was all for my benefit. She was silently challenging me, and fuck if it wasn’t working.
“I think you like it,” Violet murmured as her hand slid down the guy’s chest and between his legs, where I could see her squeeze the bulge of his hard cock. “I think you like that I’m wet. Want to get me even wetter?”
The guy stammered, and Violet laughed huskily, playfully shoving him away. “Nope, missed your chance.”
Before she could torment the next guy, my patience snapped. I caught Violet by the wrist and yanked her hard enough that she stumbled straight into me, her soft, damp curves colliding with my chest. I locked an arm around her waist, keeping her pinned against my body.
Violet laughed as she looked up at me, eyes sparkling deviously. “Yes, Ford? You need something?”
Tate looked way too amused for all this. “I’m going to get another drink.”
“Yeah, you do that.” My glare cut him off before I turned it on Violet, though it felt useless when my body was already betraying me. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Oooh, am I in trouble, Principal Ford?” she purred, smirking up at me while her hand trailed down my stomach toward the waistband of my swim trunks. “Or maybe you’re just a little cranky because your dick is hard for me.”
She wasn’t wrong about that. My shaft was straining against the thin fabric, aching to fuck her.
Before she could stroke my cock with her hand, I grabbed her wrist and secured her arm gently, but firmly, behind her back, anchoring her tighter against me.
There was no fucking way I was going to let this little hellion get the upper hand.
“Ow,” she gasped, her lush lips curving into another pout that didn’t fool me for a second. “That hurts.”
I barked out a short, humorless laugh, tightening my grip just enough to make her squirm against me, which was both heaven and hell. “Doesn’t hurt all that much, or you’d be kneeing me in the crotch right now.”
I was well aware of the kind of temper Violet had. Back when the stalker had been after Andrea and Chase had kicked Andrea out of his place in some kind of existential crisis, Violet had made it her personal mission to make my life hell every day while I was guarding the girls’ house.
I was pretty sure Violet wasn’t joking when she said she would use a cigar cutter on some sensitive places if the situation warranted it.
“Well,” Violet murmured, shifting her body against mine, slow and deliberate, making me grit my teeth. “You’ve got me. Question is, what are you going to do about it?” she taunted.
My blood roared in my ears. “I’m going to do a lot of things about it.”
“You’d better,” she dared, pressing her hips into mine. “Or I might just strip right here, walk around naked for a bit, and see if there’s someone here who’ll give me what I want. That room full of beds looked nice.”
That was it. The last fucking straw.
A growl tore from my chest before I even realized I was moving. In one quick motion I had her flipped upside down over my shoulder, my arm banded around her legs to keep her from kicking out and a hand gripping her ass just because I could.
“Ford!” she yelled furiously, clearly shocked to find herself in such a predicament, her nails digging into my backside as she tried to prop herself up. “Put me down!”
Not a fucking chance. “Safe word is red,” I told her, giving her an out if she really wanted one as I strode away from the pool area and toward the mansion.
Conversations faltered as I stalked through the crowd, Violet squirming over my shoulder, her dress riding up indecently high, but I didn’t give a damn.
All I could think about was finding a playroom so I could make good on every filthy fantasy I’d had of her over the past few months.
“You’re insane!” she hissed.
“No,” I gritted out, tightening my hold on her luscious ass as she wriggled. “I’m done playing nice and letting you run your mouth and provoking me without consequences.”
She let out a surprised laugh, that also sounded like a taunt. “Guess I hit your breaking point, huh?”
“You have no fucking idea,” I growled.
I carried her upstairs to one of the private rooms—the medical play room—relieved to find it available.
Once we were enclosed inside, door shut behind us, I finally put Violet down with an irritable huff on her part, then walked to the monitor on the wall.
I asked Violet for her code so I could look over her limits, and she gave it to me, telling me without words that she wasn’t opposed to us finally diffusing this sexual tension between us.
While I made sure I wasn’t about to do anything she might be uncomfortable with, Violet glanced around the room, taking in the medical equipment, exam table, and other paraphernalia.
Dim, adjustable lights hung overhead, illuminating a padded examination table.
It’s leather surface was fitted with discreet straps for wrists, ankles, and waist. Beside it, a steel cart held neatly arranged instruments—speculums, clamps, stethoscopes and latex gloves, just to name a few of the things.
There were shelves stocked with other standard sex toys, too.
Finished perusing her limits and finding nothing that would conflict with what I had in mind, I strolled toward her.
She arched a brow at me. “If you think I’m going to play the virgin who doesn’t know how to touch herself…” she placed a hand on her chest in a show of dramatic innocence. “Oh, doctor, won’t you please show me how to orgasm…”
I chuckled, the sound low and dark. “That’s cute.” But she had no idea what was in store. “Strip,” I ordered.
Violet jutted her chin out, back to her defiant behavior. “I like this dress, and I don’t really feel like taking it off.”
Of course she wasn’t going to make this easy on me and I would have been more shocked if she’d complied. I shrugged and pressed a button that lowered the exam table so that I could easily sit on it. “Suit yourself.”