Chapter 6
THEODORE
Desiree looks from the leash to me, that smile fighting hard not to show itself.
Late March leaves the balcony warm after sundown, the pond below catching the last of the landscape lights while Desiree stands in front of me with all that skin out.
The belt is tied loose at her waist, the robe open down the front, giving me the curve of her titties, the softness of her stomach, and that thigh she has no business putting in this night air.
She came out here to be difficult, and she dressed for the consequences.
I hold the burgundy leather leash a little higher, two fingers wide, soft from use, with a brushed-gold clasp hanging from the end. “Come here, Honey.”
Her brown eyes lift back to mine, lashes fluttering through fake innocence and real attitude.
“No.”
This woman’s been handing me that word all day, testing how far she can go with it. Now she’s standing in front of me, bare under silk, chin up, body already telling me the truth while her mouth tries to keep lying.
“Word,” I say.
Her face changes.
“Rewind,” she says.
“Again.”
“Rewind, Alpha.”
“That’s my good Honey.” I lower the leash. “Now, come here.”
She comes to me on her own time. I let her have that. Desiree obeying still looks like a challenge, which is why correcting her never gets boring.
“You declined my call,” I say.
“You made me wait.”
“I told you I would.”
“And I answered accordingly.”
I take one step closer. “You didn’t answer at all.”
“That was also an answer.”
I take the last step between us and let the burgundy leather hang against my thigh.
“Then let’s see how well you like mine.”
I reach for the loose knot at her waist, my fingers grazing the warm skin beneath the silk. She doesn’t stop me. Desiree will push right up to the line, but when she gives me access, she gives it boldly.
I untie the belt and let both ends fall loose.
“Do you know what I did when I got home?” I ask.
“You ate.”
“I did.”
“Showered.”
“I did that too.”
“Walked around this house like you had all the time in the world.”
“And did.”
“So, what do you want, a thank you?”
“No.” I open the robe and push it from one shoulder, letting my knuckles travel over the skin she put in front of me. “I’m saying you were upstairs mad as hell, and my dinner was still waiting when I walked in.”
Her hair slips over one shoulder when she looks away, giving me the side of her face and that stubborn little pause she hates letting me see.
Two fingers under her chin bring her right back to me. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
She faces me again, adjusting her robe on her shoulder without covering herself.
“You can be mad,” I say. “You can be mouthy. You can send me to voicemail because you think you’re making a fucking point. But you still took care of me.”
“You don’t get to say things like that while you’re holding a leash,” she says.
“I get to say whatever I want, especially when I’m holding this leash.”
“Theodore.”
I wrap the strap around my hand once, then again, taking the slack out of it before I pull her closer. Her body comes with it, breath changing, mouth losing whatever argument she thought she had left.
“You know better,” I tell her, letting my attention move from her mouth to the thigh she keeps making sure I see.
Her tongue traces her upper lip from corner to corner. “Alpha.”
I move the robe off her other shoulder and let it fall to the balcony floor.
As the night air touches all of her melanin frame, her nipples harden while she waits to see what I’ll do next.
Her lashes lower, her focus right back on my mouth.
“No,” I tell her. “You haven’t earned that yet.”
I raise the collar up.
“Around.”
She turns without giving me another word.
Behind her, I sweep her hair over one shoulder. She stays exactly how I need her while I move the collar to her throat and fasten the buckle at the back. With two fingers, I check the fit, clip on the leash, and give the clasp one short pull.
I step around her, the strap gathered in my hand.
“Inside.”
This time, she moves as soon as I say.
Much better.
Walking ahead of me into the bedroom, naked now except for what I just put on her, she doesn’t look back. She doesn’t need to. I’m behind her with the other end in my hand, watching all that ass move while she carries her pride like obedience doesn’t look good on her.
Once she makes it to the foot of the bed, I gather the slack until the collar tells her to stop.
Then take a seat in the chair near the window and spread my thighs. “Here.” Two fingers pointing to the floor between my legs.
She moves toward the space between my feet, lowers one knee to the floor, then the other, hands settling on her thighs, chin lifted, still too proud for the position I have her in. I sit back and enjoy what belongs to us.
“Why did you decline my call?”
“Because I wanted to.”
I give the line one controlled pull, bringing her closer between my knees.
Her hands stay on her thighs, but that smart little answer doesn’t sit as comfortably on her face now.
“Don’t waste my question, Honey.”
Her chin lifts, but she fixes it.
“Because you made me wait, and I wanted you thinking about me.”
“I was already thinking about you.”
Her inhale comes deep, nostrils flaring, and her chin pulls in toward her chest.
I lean forward, resting my forearms on my thighs, leash gathered in one hand. “You think I walked into that clinic and forgot you standing there with my flowers, trying to look professional while your panties were saturated from one kiss?”
Her head drops subtly.
“You think anything on my desk was pulling me away from what I told you I’d handle tonight?”
She shakes her head.
“Use your mouth, Honey. You had plenty earlier.”
“No, Alpha,” she says. “I don’t think that.”
Sighing, “Okay, Honey. Tell me what you want.”
Her knees shift a little wider between my feet.
“You,” she says. “Like this.”
My knuckles running along her cheek, I ask, “is this really what you wanted?”
“Yes.”
“Me coming upstairs with this in my hand?”
“Yes.”
I draw her closer.
“Open your mouth.”
She does, expecting the kiss she’s been chasing since the balcony. I let her wait there, close to me, knowing I could give it to her and choosing not to.
“Not yet,” I say.
Her lips come back together, and here we go again with the attitude.
“You brought me in here, put me on my knees, told me to open my mouth, and now you’re denying me?”
I rise from the chair, the strap still wrapped around my hand, and Desiree looks exactly where I knew she would.
I let her look. Let her sit there with every inch of what she asked for in front of her face.
“You wanna fuss,” I ask, “or you wanna get that mouth fucked?”
“Both,” she replies.
“Wrong answer, Honey.” I tighten my grip.
She leans in and takes me with that same greedy mouth that got her here in the first place. I let her find a rhythm, then take the slack.
“That’s better,” I tell her.
That little sound in her throat tells me this kind of correction is what she needs.
“Look at me.”
She does.
“You declined my call.”
Her hands press harder into her thighs.
“You made me wait,” I say. “You let me come home, eat, shower, walk through this house, and still stood on that balcony acting like you had room to tell me no.”
My hand moves to the side of her face, and I hold her there while she takes my dick to the back of her throat.
“You wanted me thinking about you?”
She answers by trying to swallow all of me.
“I was.”
I push deeper, and her hands trail up my thighs.
“In the office.”
Her nails press into my skin.
“In the car.”
I ease back from her mouth.
“In the shower.”
My dick glides back in, pushing as far as I can, making her gag as she presses her nails deeper into my skin.
“Put your fucking hands down.”
Still holding her head, I fuck her mouth until her hands drop back down.
Not stopping until my pressure reaches capacity and cum spills over her tongue.
She takes it knowing better than to waste what I give her.
Those pretty tears gather, and I keep her there until I’m done, my dick taking that attitude clean out of her.
I ease back, watch a drop of cum try and slip from the corner of her mouth, trailing down toward her chin while she stays right where I left her.
“Don’t move.”
My thumb catches it and presses it back to her tongue.
She takes that too.
“Such a good girl.”
“Now,” I say, taking the leash in my hand again. “Get on the bed.”
I offer my other hand as she rises from the floor. Once she finds her balance, she climbs onto the sheets. Poor thing. She thinks she knows what comes next with how she’s settling into her best position.
I let her keep thinking that.
“Lie back.”
She does.
“Spread.”
“Alpha.”
“I know I’m not hearing backtalk.”
Her thighs open, and she’s got that pretty pussy wet and messy like she came when I did.
I stand at the edge of the bed and look at her.
“You’re not getting fucked tonight.”
Her head lifts from the pillow. “Excuse you?”
“You heard me.”
“Theodore.”
I tug at her collar. “Try again.”
She gives me one hard-ass look before she makes the correction. “Alpha.”
“Better.”
“You put me on my knees, came in my mouth, put me on this bed, and now you’re telling me I’m not getting fucked?”
“Correct.”
She stares at me. “Why are you so fucking cruel?”
“No.” I reach for the band around her neck and unfasten it with care. “I’m a man with a flight in a few days.”
“A flight? Where the hell are you going?”
“Geneva first.”
She sits up. “First?”
“Lagos after, if the deal moves the way Curtis thinks it will.”
For once, she doesn’t fire back right away.
“How long this time?”
No point in sugarcoating it. “Two weeks.”
She looks at me like I’ve just said something personally offensive. “Two wee—are you serious right now?”
“Yes, Honey.”
“So let me get this straight. You came home, punished me, denied me, came in my mouth, told me I’m not getting fucked, AND on top of all that, now you’re announcing you’re leaving me for two whole fucking weeks?”
“Pretty much, yeah. That’s the order of events.”
“Oh, you must really want me to show my ass tonight.”
“I want you listening.”
“Oh, I’m listening.” She plants one hand behind her and sits a little taller, looking at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. “And what I’m hearing is you have a few days to make this up to me.”
I lean down, one hand braced near her hip, my mouth close to hers until she has no choice but to look at it again.
“I know.”
“You know?”
“I know, Honey.”
“And you still think you’re sleeping tonight?”
I finally kiss her, taking my time until her hand goes to my chest like she hasn’t decided whether to push me away or keep me there. When I pull back, she follows half an inch then catches herself.
“I know I am,” I tell her.
“You’re really going to leave me like this?”
“Honey, I leave in a few days. I want you thinking about everything I gave you tonight and mad as hell about everything I didn’t. And when I get back, I’m going to take my time with that appetite you spent two weeks trying to control.”
I turn off the light while she’s still looking at me like she plans to ruin every minute of peace I thought I was getting.
“Get some sleep.”