15. Zombie
FIFTEEN
ZOMBIE
Lennie jumped at the sound of my voice and spun around to meet my amused gaze. I didn’t particularly like people looking around my stuff, especially here. My playroom was strictly invite-only. Not that she wouldn’t be welcome.
“Dante—” she started with her hands up in surrender as if she were facing a wild animal.
I took a predatory step toward her, making her take a step back into the ropes.
“I… I am so sorry…”
“Sorry that I caught you, or are you actually sorry?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
A sheepish grin spread on her face as she tried to figure out what to say to me. The look was adorable, and I wanted to punish that sweet ass of hers for going into a room that was restricted.
“Can both be an answer?” she said with a nervous laugh.
I appreciated her honesty. It was refreshing.
I especially liked seeing how her nipples were hard underneath her flimsy pale-pink tank top.
Her chest was rising and falling in quick succession.
I couldn’t help but note the bead of sweat on her brow.
She was nervous, but from the look in her eyes, most likely aroused as well.
I took another step toward her until our chests were touching. I raised my hand and twirled a piece of her hair in my fingers. “Curious what the rope feels like?”
Her breath hitched at my touch, and my cock began to harden against my jeans.
She smelled so good. Like lavender and lilies.
When she didn’t answer, I took that as my cue to take one of the ropes and put it between her thighs, lightly touching the center of her.
She let out a little gasp that sent another electric shock through to my groin.
I was playing with fire, but at that moment I couldn’t care less. I wanted her.
Earlier that evening, I hadn’t been able to help but watch how her mouth formed around the fork as she ate, and the way she smiled at me as she spoke passionately about her job. I could listen to her talk for hours if she would let me.
I pulled the rope tighter and moved it up a little higher so it was perfectly in line with the seam of her. As if instinctively, she pressed her palms to my chest. The touch seared into me, warm and electric.
I began to move the rope back and forth, rubbing the smooth strands against her. Her pupils dilated at the contact, and my cock was painfully hard, needing to be inside her.
She let out a little gasp as I continued the motion. Her eyes closed, and I could tell she was enjoying this just as much as I was. I leaned forward to whisper into her ear. “Mm, do you like the feel of my ropes touching you, Lennie?”
Lennie let out a moan in response, and that was all I needed. I pressed a soft kiss to her neck, making her whimper.
“Do you want more?” I growled out while moving the rope out of the way and rubbing my index finger over her bundle of nerves.
“Yes, please, Dante.”
Hearing my name on her lips when she was in that state sent pride through my chest. I wanted more. I wanted to see what she looked like when she came. But the sick, twisted part of me wanted to punish her for disobeying me.
I rubbed faster until she began to gasp and tremble, and then stopped my movements.
She gave me a shocked and confused look when I stepped away from her and the ropes.
“Next time we do this, you will be invited in here. For now, let this be a lesson of what happens when you don’t listen to me.”
She let out a short half-laugh as I continued to move away from her and toward the door.
I left the room without a second glance, leaving her wanting and reeling from what just happened. I wanted–I needed–to do more with her.