STFUATMCLAGG
Flynn
Anger pulses in time with my heart, a violent beast I’m oh so close to letting off the leash.
Ever so slowly, Hazel turns to face me, wide eyes taking in the black slacks and white shirt I’m wearing. The other waiter scurries off back inside the ballroom, leaving Hazel and me alone in the red carpeted hall.
I’d been keeping my distance. I’d been trying to do the right thing and let her go but then I’d looked up to see my Little Lilac dancing with the fucking senator.
I take my time, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt and thinking of all the ways I’m going to teach her that disobeying me has consequences. That putting herself in danger is unacceptable.
Hazel shifts on the soles of her feet, her gaze darting to the ballroom door.
I cock my head. “Don’t even think about it.”
Apparently, Hazel’s not done proving she has trouble following orders though, because she turns on her little kitten heels and flings herself towards the door.
I lunge across the space, my palm flattening against the door and holding it closed as Hazel tugs on the handle.
I press my front to her back and twist my hand in her hair. She tenses, her body coiling like she’s about to fight so I band my arm across her waist too. “You cannot even begin to imagine how furious I am, sweetheart,” I say, my voice hushed. “You do not want to test me right now.”
Her hand drops from the doorknob and I let her spin to face me, spitfire eyes sparking. “What are you even doing here?”
“Funny,” I say, not a trace of humor in my voice, “I was about to ask you the same thing.”
She crosses her arms and the swell of her breasts heaves at the edge of her low-cut dress. “You wouldn’t let me help.”
I drag my gaze back to her face and raise a brow. “So you decided to slow dance with the one man I explicitly told you to stay away from?”
Hazel juts out her chin. “You’re not the boss of me."
I tug her hips towards me and bring my lips to her ear. “Aren’t I?”
She shudders under my hands.
I nip at her ear and twine my fingers through hers.
“Where are we going?” she asks as I lead her down the hall.
“Somewhere a little more private,” I say, trying the doors that line the wall until I find one unlocked.
Hazel tries to free her hand, but I tighten my grip and shoot her a warning look. “Don’t.” She pales a little and I gentle my hold. I like Hazel’s fear and she should be scared right now, but I want her scared of what I’m going to do to her, not scared of me.
I push open the door to an old, members club style office and guide her inside. I let go of her hand as she turns around, taking in the dark oak desk and the leather wingback chairs.
I close the door behind me and lean against it, waiting for Hazel’s gaze to land on me. “Explain,” I order.
Hazel huffs. “The other day, at the office, I met the senator’s aide. He invited me to the gala, and I thought maybe it would be a good place to learn more about him. You know, rich drunk people spilling secrets.” She gives me a pointed look. “Your turn.”
I hold back a smile at the fierceness written across her face. I’m still mad at her for putting herself into the senator’s orbit but part of me is impressed too. That’s the reason I’m here after all.
“An old friend got me a job as a waiter.”
Hazel nods, her gaze dropping to the carpet as she twists her fingers together. “Are you going to— Is tonight… the night?”
I narrow my eyes, confused by her sudden nerves until I realize she thinks I’m here to kill the senator. I shake my head. “No. I’m here for the same reason you are.”
“What if someone recognizes you?”
“The charm of being a waiter at an event like this? We’re practically invisible.” I prowl towards her, my hands circling her hips as I back her up against the desk. “Unlike the guest of the senator’s personal aide.”
Her hands rest on my chest, the touch of her fingers, even through my shirt, going straight to my cock.
“Danny isn’t like the senator. He practically told me himself that Claren is corrupt. He thinks he can do more good on the inside.”
My grip on her hips spasms. “Or he’s just telling you that so you’ll trust him.”
I don’t believe for a second this Danny is as good as he’s made himself out to be. No one works that closely to a man like Claren without crossing a few lines or at least turning a blind eye.
Hazel glowers at me. “Do you actually think he’s dangerous or are you just jealous?”
The muscle in my jaw jumps. I tug at the hem of her little red dress and run my tongue over my lower lip. “Oh sweetheart, I have no reason to be jealous because you are going home.”
She opens her mouth, but I cut her off with a sharp look. “And when you get there, you’re going to take off this maddening dress and you’re going to kneel on the floor at the bottom of your bed until I arrive. You will not move, you will not talk, and you will not touch yourself.”
Hazel’s nostrils flare and I don’t miss the way her thighs clench even as she glares at me. “If I leave without saying anything, Danny will come looking for me.”
I work my jaw, hating his name on her lips with a vicious venom but I hate the thought of him following her home even more. “Fine. You have five minutes to make an excuse and leave. Now get on your knees.”
Her brow furrows. “What?”
I drag my thumb over her cheek down to her plump bottom lip. “The only way I’m sending you back to another man is with the taste of my cock on your lips. So be a good girl and get. On. Your. Knees.”
Hazel shudders, her lip slipping free from my thumb. Blood rushes to the space where I touched, turning her lips a rich pink.
I step back, giving her just enough space to kneel. “I’m waiting.”
Those spitfire eyes snap to mine but Hazel’s cheeks blush deep red and she lowers to her knees.
“Good girl.” I slip my fingers through her hair. “Undo my belt.”
She fiddles with the buckle and the leather whispers against my slacks as she pulls it free and hands it to me. I slide the end back through the buckle, then lower the loop over her head, pulling till it’s flush against her neck.
She jerks, her eyes widening, but I tug on the makeshift collar, pulling her back into position. Her hands land on my thighs, the rapid beat of her pulse fluttering in her neck.
I twist the end of the belt around my fist and tilt her chin up with my free hand. “Breathe, Lilac. You’re okay.”
She slows her breathing, hazy eyes dropping to where my cock strains against my pants.
“Do you want to take it out?” I ask.
She nods.
“Go ahead. It’s yours Hazel, just as you are mine.”
With shaking fingers, she undoes the button on my slacks. My cock jumps as she drags down the zipper and I have to tighten every muscle in my body to stop from coming when she wraps her hand around my length and pulls me free.
“Fuck.”
Hazel looks up at me, an amused smile playing at her lips. “Did you read this in one of your books?”
I quirk a brow. “Dangerous place to be being bratty don’t you think?” I tug on the belt, and a sweet grunt falls from her lips. I smirk, because I did read those books and two can play at this game. “Now shut the fuck up and take my cock like a good girl.”
Hazel’s eyelids droop and a low moan vibrates from her mouth through my cock. My grip on the belt tightens, the pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I let go of the belt and slide my hands around to cradle her face, pulling her deeper onto my cock.
She curls her hands around my thighs, desire shooting from her fingertips to my spine.
I groan as she sucks me down, and when I pull back to let her breathe she swirls her tongue around my tip till I’m seeing stars.
“Enough,” I say, tugging her back down and pumping in and out of her hot mouth.
She’s molten silk and I watch her in awe as she licks and sucks, worshipping my cock on her knees.
The power of her submission knocks into me. I may be taking control, but I am at her mercy right now and the amalgamation of the two is intoxicating. I pull her closer, wanting more, and she coughs, her gag reflex kicking in.
She peers up at me, the tears in her eyes making me swell harder.
I stroke my thumb over her cheek. “You’re doing good, sweetheart, just a little further, okay? I want you to take all of me.” I pick up the end of the belt and pull her closer.
Hazel’s eyes widen and she tries to shake her head, but I hold her still.
“Shh, you can do it. Deep breath, tap my leg if you need me to stop.”
Her nostrils flare as she breathes in. I wait for her to tap out but she just tightens her grip on my thighs and pride swells in my chest.
I splay one hand at the back of her head and guide her down my cock, pushing past her gag reflex until the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat and her nose is touching my stomach. Then she swallows. “Jesus Christ, Lilac.”
I fall apart, drawing out and pumping back into her as tingles burst at the base of my spine and I spill myself on her tongue. I have just enough awareness to see Hazel is about to swallow and I clamp my hand around her neck. “No,” I say. “I want to see.”
She looks up at me, her messy hair and dazed eyes striking straight into my heart. When she opens her mouth, the sight of my seed on her tongue makes me instantly hard again.
“Good girl,” I purr. “Now, swallow.”
She does as she’s told, the slender line of her neck bobbing under the leather belt.
I lift her up under the arms, placing her on the edge of the desk and taking her mouth with mine. I can taste myself on her tongue and the satisfaction that I’ve left my mark hums in my chest.
I remove the make-shift leash from her neck and button up my pants.
“Five minutes, Hazel, then you go. Do you remember your instructions?”
“Yes,” her voice comes out soft, all the fire from earlier sweetly tamed in a way that undoes me.
“Come on.” I lift her off the desk and take her hand, leading her back to the ballroom.
It’s the last place I want to take her, and I have to fight every instinct to not just order her to go now.
I don’t want Hazel anywhere near Claren, but I also don’t want to attract his attention by having her just disappear.
I thought I was being smart, I thought I was keeping her off his radar but the second we slip back inside the ballroom I realize I was wrong.