The Director - Renee Rose Page 0,31

catches and releases. “For…”

I make the kisses firmer as I grow close to the apex of her thighs, nipping and licking until I reach her panties. I bite lightly over the gusset.

“For hiring a midwife who will give you all the personalized attention you could need?”

Her breath comes out as a soft moan when I push her panties to the side and flick my tongue over her nether lips. Her knees jerk closed, but I push them back open.

“You’re so…” —her fingers bury in my hair, tugging me closer to her as I delve my tongue between her folds— “infuriating.”

I lick up and down her with the flat of my tongue, slide my hands under her thighs to pull her core closer to the edge of the bed.

“When will you stop,”—she breaks off with a cry of pleasure—“punishing me?”

I lift my head and lay a wicked smile on her. “Never, kitten.” I return to laving her with my tongue, penetrating her with it, flicking it over her swelling clit. She grows wet and swollen, and I slide two fingers inside to stroke her inner wall while I coax her clit out to play more. Getting the little nubbin between my lips, I suck hard.

She screams and grips my head with both her hands, tearing at my hair. I pull my lips off before she comes, still stroking slowly with my fingers.

“Not so fast, kotyonok. You think I’m going to reward you after you slapped my face?”

Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t say anything. She’s smart enough to know to wait. If she’ll just surrender to me, she’ll get what she needs.

I get up from my knees and untie her dress, pulling the sash all the way out. “Looks like you’ll have to be restrained.”

Lucy

Ravil strips me and ties my wrists together then secures them to the headboard. I lie on my side because back lying is contraindicated now, something Ravil seemed to already know.

If there’s one thing I can’t fault him for, it’s doing his research. I’ll have to do my own now on home and water births.

Slapping him felt good. I’m not the type to slap men. I’ve never done it before, but dammit, he deserves it. And while I’m scared of what he’s capable of, I was almost certain he wouldn’t hurt me.

And he didn’t. He didn’t even get angry.

Probably because he knows he deserved it.

Funny how I can be so angry with him and still crave his touch everywhere. Still want his brand of dominance. It’s like he holds me in a spell. I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to surrender, but my body melts like butter any time he lays those wicked fingers on me. That tongue.

And even now while I want to refuse this, I want to tell him to get the hell out, but my raging hormones overrule all reason and just scream yes, please.

More.

He climbs over me, a tube of something in his hand. He pushes my top knee open and rubs a couple drops of whatever is in the tube over my clit. I blink at him, wanting him to go on, to massage that place until I go off, but he doesn’t. He looks down at me, studying my face. “Do you need a blindfold, kitten?”

My first instinct is to snap no. Like he issued a threat not a true question. But it occurs to me that he’s not against me when we’re in bed. This is the man who seems to know my body better than I do. He played me like a fine instrument at Black Light.

So I answer truthfully. “I-I don’t know.”

He nods. “I think you might.” He leaves the bed and returns with one of his ties, which he wraps around my head and secures in the back. I sink my head down on the pillow.

“Comfortable, kitten?”

I nod.

“Good. Because I intend to take my time with you this afternoon.”

“I-I have work to do,” I say. It’s true, I always have work to do. It’s also true that there’s nothing pressing.

“It will wait,” Ravil says.

Whatever he rubbed on my clit starts to send hot and cold sensations through all the sensitive nerve-endings. A tingling spreads through my entire genital area.

Yeah, I’m definitely not going to work right now. Or any time soon.

Ravil slaps my ass.

I jump, surprised at the sensation. Damn. He was right. The blindfold heightens everything. Helps me settle in. I sink into the scene, knowing there’s nothing I can or need to