Chapter 26 #2
I glance over my shoulder. The house doesn’t look all that far away.
The length of the jetty, the lawn out front, then the pebble path and stairs.
I would have to sprint to beat him, but I’m fast. A strange thrill of anticipation runs through me, and I know I want to at least try.
What’s the worst that can happen? I’m his for the night.
He’s a devil in the bedroom. I will not be complaining if he wants to eat my pussy until I cum then screw me until I fall apart again.
This man is what girls’ wet dreams are made of.
“What if I don’t want to play your game?
You’re going to give me a date anyway, aren’t you? That’s why you brought me here?”
He raises a brow, that damn smirk still on his face. “Maybe this is as good as it gets if you date me.” His head lowers, his warm breath dusting over my neck. “A secluded location where no one can hear your screams of pain and pleasure.”
I suck in a sharp breath, my pussy sitting up and taking notice of his dirty words as she throbs with anticipation. This man and his damn dirty mouth, and he knows what it does to me. “So, I win, you will give me whatever I want for the date, all the girly mushy stuff and all.”
His eyes run over my face. “If that’s what you want.”
“Okay,” I agree. Then I turn and start running as fast as my little legs will take me, hoping to catch him off guard.
Yeah, he said he would give me a head start, but this man doesn’t like to lose; he’s only setting this wager up so he gets what he wants, and I’m not for that.
If I have to cheat a little to win, so be it.
“Hey. I didn’t say it was time to go,” he shouts after me.
But I’m long gone already, making it to the end of the dock before he’s started moving.
“Little brat. You’re going to pay for that when I catch you.” This time he’s running, I can tell by his voice, but I don’t dare look back to see how close he is to me. Girls who look back get caught.
I move my legs and arms as fast as I can and sprint across the lawn like I’m in the Olympics, fear and adrenaline coursing through me at the same time.
His heavy boots crunch along the grass, and I sense him catching up with me, but the house isn’t too far now.
I just have to make it up the pebble path and stairs. Then I win.
Just as I make it to the path, strong arms wrap around me, lifting me in the air before our bodies collide with the unforgiving ground below with a thud, all the air knocked from my lungs. I pant as I try to catch my breath, staring up at him. “You didn’t have to tackle me,” I spit.
“I figured you weren’t playing fair, giving yourself an unauthorized early mark, so why should I? Besides, it was so much fun catching you and bringing you down.”
“You don’t play fair ever,” I snip back, mostly pissed at myself for being too slow. I was so close to winning. And I would have loved to have something over this cocky asshole.
“You’re working me out.”
I buck against his tight grip on me. “There’s not enough time in the world to work out what goes on in that deranged head of yours.”
That comment makes him chuckle. It’s dark and menacing, and I know I’m about to be well and truly screwed. Truth is, I’m not sad about it at all. “What to do with a little brat who constantly tries to deny us both of what we need?”
My pussy pulses, excited at the prospect of what he’s going to do to me.
“Jagger,” I warn him, just because the look of delight in his eyes is kind of terrifying as much as thrilling.
Do I think he would really hurt me? No. But I also don’t know how far he would go, and here there is no safety button, no bouncers who will kick him to the curb if he goes too far.
I have to really trust him, and I’m not sure I do.
He licks his lips, looking like a wild animal about to pounce. “What’s your safe word?”
“Flower,” I whimper.
“I thought it was cute you picked my nickname for you as your safe word. When did you work out it was me?”
“When you said, ‘According to your list, bondage is okay,’ in that bossy asshole tone you do so well.”
His eyes narrow, but he looks impressed, not angry. “That was the first thing I said to you, and yet you stayed and let me play with you anyway.”
Now, it’s my turn to smirk at him. “I wanted to see if the rumors were true and you really did know what to do with your tongue.”
“I bet you did, dirty girl.” He removes his jacket, laying it on the grass. Then he picks me up as if I weigh nothing and places me on top of it, shoving me down flat on my back.
“What are you doing?” I snap back, even though my body complies with him all too easily.
“Whatever the fuck I want. That was the deal, wasn’t it?
” The gleam in his eyes is sinful and deadly.
It makes my heart race, and my body turn to liquid for him.
I’m not going to survive the night. So much for romance.
He’s right, I am a dirty girl, and I want this man to do all sorts of wicked things to me.