His breath was warm on my lips. “My turn.”
Fifteen
QUINN
I kept my fist in her hair as I slowly walked her backward into her flat, using my free hand to open the door. Once it was shut behind me, I moved deeper into the dark room until we stood in front of the window. The curtains were pulled partway open, and some light from the street lamps spilled in through the glass.
I spoke softly but with an edge. “You’re not going to talk unless I say so. You’re not going to move unless I say so. You’re not going to come unless I say so. Do you understand?”
“But—”
I pulled her hair so hard she gasped. “Do you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And when you speak, you will say only the words I tell you to say. When you move, you’ll do only the things I tell you to do. When you come, you’ll do it when, where, and how I want you to. Do you understand?”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good.” I let go of her hair and unbuttoned my coat, sliding it off and tossing it aside. Backing away from her, I unwrapped my scarf and coiled it in my hands. “Take off your coat.”
She worked her way down the buttons in the front and slipped it from her body, letting it fall at her feet.
“Now your dress.”
Lifting it by the hem, she pulled it over her head and dropped it behind her.
Jesus fucking Christ, she was hot.
Framed by the partially opened drapes as if she were on a stage, her body was dimly lit from behind. She wore only the black boots with the high heels I’d admired earlier and some sort of strappy, black lace one-piece that made my cock jump up like it needed a better look.
I’d teased her about her pale skin, but she looked fucking luminous tonight. I loved the way her hair looked like ink spilling over her shoulders, the way her nipples peeked through the black lace, the way her chest rose and fell with her quick, short breaths.
“Turn around. Face the window.”
“But the—”
“Do it,” I seethed, “or we’re done here.”
Slowly, she turned to face the window. Her lingerie cut low on her back and high on her ass, and my hands ached to touch her. I knew she’d been about to tell me the curtains weren’t closed and anyone could look up and see her, but it was late, the room was dark, and anyway, she deserved a little of this.
“How does it feel, being put on display like you did to me tonight?”
She didn’t say anything.
“You can answer the question.”
“I don’t know,” she said.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes and no.”
“Why yes?”
“I like…being on display for you.”
“And why no?”
“I feel embarrassed. Someone else might see in the window.”
“You shouldn’t feel embarrassed about your body. It’s perfect. So perfect I’m not inclined to share it. Face me.”
She turned around again, and I liked the way she held herself, spine straight, shoulders back, chin lifted, feet slightly apart. It was defensive but also a little aggressive, telling me I might be calling the shots, but they weren’t anything she couldn’t handle.
I wanted to test her on that.
“Get on your knees, Jaime.”
She didn’t do it right away, and there was a tense moment where I thought the game was over, but eventually she dropped onto one knee, then the other.
“Now your hands.”
She put both hands on the carpet in front of her, and it reminded me of the way she’d crawled out of my closet to watch me get naked. Well, darling, you’re about to get that up-close-and-personal look you wanted.
“Crawl to me.”
She crept toward me at a snail’s pace, her body swaying, her eyes on mine.
Yes.
Her movements were feline and provocative, but submissive too. My chest—and my pants—were fucking tight.
When she’d reached my feet, she stayed there, waiting for my next order.
“Closer, darling.”
She moved in, sliding her hands up my legs, placing her palms on my thighs.
I rubbed my thumb along her lower lip, felt her panting against my hand. I edged my thumb between her teeth. “Such a pretty mouth. So soft and wet. And your tongue…” I slid my thumb in deeper, feeling her tongue glide along it. “I want my cock right here on your tongue. I want to feel your lips on it. I want to fuck that pretty little mouth and come down your throat. Would you like that?”
With my thumb in her mouth, she could only nod, but her eyes were wide and hungry. I took my hands off her. “Tell me you want those things. Exactly as I described them.”
“I want your cock on my tongue,” she said breathlessly. “I want it between my lips. I want you to fuck my mouth and come down my throat.”
“Good. Unbuckle my belt.” I stood still, my hands at my sides. “Take out my cock, but don’t put your mouth on it.”
She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pushing everything down enough to get my dick free. Eagerly, she took it in both hands.
I stepped back. “Stand up.”
She looked up at me, confused, but she did as I asked.
“Turn around.”
When her back was to me, I took her wrists, crossed them, and tied them together with my scarf. “We won’t be needing your hands for this.”
With her hands bound at her lower back, I turned her to face me again, then pushed the top of her bodice beneath her tits, propping them up.