breathes softly, whispering, “So tense. Let me see if I can get you to relax.” His tongue flutters over my nape. Biting me on my neck brings a shiver up my spine and an ache down below. Pressing a tiny kiss to my neck, he returns to his chair.
“Your turn, darlin’.” His eyes dance.
“Same question. Have you ever been with a guy?”
“I had a guy come on to me once in a late night session in the studio, but had to put the brakes on. Not my thing.” He smiles his best is-that-all-you-got smile.
A little annoyed at his look, I consider how I can reward and punish him at the same time. Smiling with an evil grin, I glide over, sitting on the table, provocatively parting my legs. Motioning for him to give me his hand, I kiss his finger, lazily sucking the end. I move my mouth up and down his index finger as I stare into his dark blue eyes. Smiling a devilish grin, I nip the pad lightly. I stand and place his hand back in his lap and walk back to my chair with a little extra wiggle in my walk.
“Darlin’, was that a punishment because that was a truthful answer.”
“No, that was your reward for an answer I already knew.”
“Then why did you ask it?”
“I wanted to know,” I say as I smirk at him. “Stop whining, darlin’, and play the game.”
“Ok, so we’re fightin’ dirty, are we? Fine.” He challenges me. “Tell me why you left Chicago.”
“My mom sent me away. It’s something I’m used to with her. I’ve been in boarding school since I was six. She needed me to stand and wave while she ran for office in Chicago so she let me come home. The minute she didn’t need me, she shipped me off to another school….this one.” I stare back at him with dead eyes.
“Am I going to have to punish you, darlin’? Judging by the look on your face, there’s a lot more to this story.”
“That’s it. Sorry to disappoint.”
“Ok.” He looks at me, walking over, and kneels. The heat from his eyes has me worried. His hand skims my stomach, moving softly to the edge of my sweater. Lowering his lips to my neck, he grazes sweet soft kisses across my nape, as he edges his hand gradually up my sweater. His other hand splays on my back to hold me in place. He reaches my nipple as my pussy thumps for attention.
His finger and thumb enclose the tip as he pinches it, twirling it, moving away from my neck to watch my face. His eyes are a dark blue as his jaw clenches. My breath hitches. He releases me and walks back to his chair. His face is dark and his lips curl in a silent warning, threatening a punishment I both fear and want.
I stare at him, every nerve tingling. My eyes narrow. “Are you serious? Come back over here.”
“Tell me the whole story and I’ll consider it,” he says with a snide leer. “Oh, and you owe me a drink. Not a sip. Take a drink of that beer, darlin’.”
I latch onto the beer, taking a huge swig, looking for some liquid courage. “Ok, she walked in on me with a guy and she was pissed.” I shrug, pointing my beer at him. “And, she had been researching schools for a while, I might add.”
“When was the election? I’m assuming she won.”
“Yeah, she won.” I scoff. When did she ever lose at anything? “It was the November before last.”
“Well it’s January. The election was about a year ago, why didn’t she ship you out after she won? Why wait a year?” He asks his eyes narrow. “Do you want another punishment, or do you want to tell me the whole damn story, Amber?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes turn ominous and dark. “‘Cause, I can give you a good punishment, darlin’.” Resting his arms on the table, his face confirms his words. “It could last for quite some time. Take you up, let you fall back down, take you up, let you fall back again, never letting you come. Would you like to try that, darlin’?” He threatens. Or is it a promise? His face hardens and he says, “Tell me.”
“I met the girl in the picture on my mom’s campaign.” I snicker to myself. My eyes dart to him, realizing that was out loud. Studying the table, I straighten