you seem stressed. Is there anything I can do to help you with that?”
Willow flashed through my mind again. Her fingers digging into my thigh. Her hair splayed out on the pillow as I ran my hands over her legs.
“Yes. Be at the apartment in twenty.”
Her breath went choppy over the line. “Yes, Mr. Penn.”
“And Synra, you don’t want to be late.” I hit the disconnect button and gunned the engine a little faster.
I was home in moments, the drive home a blur as I set up a scene in my head. Synra’s hard limits list was tiny. I needed more of a challenge. Maybe we could work with that.
Leaning against the wall of the elevator, I fine tuned the approach I was going to take. I needed to overwhelm her. Take what I wanted. I was in control, damn it.
The elevator slid to a smooth stop and the doors opened. I strode to my bedroom, stripped down to my boxer briefs. Sliding on a pair of suit pants, I kept my feet and torso bare. I stormed down the hall to the secondary stairs and went down to the dungeon.
There were no bars on the windows. No dank or exposed cement or cinder block walls. The dungeon was actually quite opulent. A sensory explosion of textures, sights, smells, and sounds.
My mouth ticked up at the corner. And most definitely tastes.
I could hear Synra in the connected bathroom. So I took some time and got the scene set up. She knew not to come out here until I knocked on the bathroom door.
The lights were automatically set to a lower level than most normal living spaces, but I lowered them a touch more. I was feeling a might predatory tonight. I needed to chase. To hunt. To attack. To claim.
Moving the various pieces of furniture around the room, I created a sort of obstacle course. Synra would have the entire room to choose from. And I would have the entire room to hunt.
After about twenty minutes, I was satisfied with the layout. Nothing was on the floor that would cause her to trip, but there were enough places to catch her.
I knocked on the door. “Come.” I stepped back. Waited for her.
She came out, her head angled towards the floor, her gaze at my feet. “Thank you, Mr. Penn.” She was already naked. Her nipples stiff and peaked. Her lips were plump as if she’d been biting at them.
I put a finger under her chin, lifted her face. “We’re going to play a new game.”
Her blue eyes fired immediately.
“I’m going to give you thirty seconds to hide in here. If I find you within a minute, you don’t get to come tonight.”
Her lips twitched up for the shortest moment.
“At all.”
Her eyes widened. She nodded. “And if you don’t find me within a minute?”
“You can come out of your hiding spot and try to get back to the wetroom. Where I’ll give you an orgasm to make you faint. But if I catch you, then no orgasm and we begin again.” I studied her eyes, her body.
Synra was a completely open book, each page had been written on by me. I pushed a pair of sage green eyes full of secrets out of my mind. Tonight was all about Synra. And me.
“Do you agree?” I asked her.
She nodded, her cheeks already flushed.
I went into the bathroom, set the timer on my watch. Walking through the bathroom, I entered the connected wetroom. It wasn’t a room I used very often, but Synra loved it. Loved the things I did to her while we were in it. I made sure to turn the towel warmer on. I didn’t foresee her winning our little hunting party tonight, but in the event that she did, I needed her to have her comforts.
A soft beep, beep, beep told me the game was afoot. A fierce smile pulled at my mouth. I opened the bathroom door and stepped back into the dungeon. “Ready or not, here I come.”
I stalked around the room. Her scent was everywhere. I checked under the bed. Behind the curtains. The settee was too low to the ground even for a thin woman like Synra. But I checked anyway.
All clear.
I stalked to the closet where the emergency first aid kit and cleaning supplies were kept. Not in there either.
I spun back around, surveyed my domain. I couldn’t find her at all. Apparently my hunting skills were rusty.
Willow’s face filled my mind’s eye. I