The evidence is obvious on the silky red panties tucked away in my purse, but still, I do as he demands and lift my skirt, the cool air giving rise to goose bumps.
His skilled tongue moistens his lips as he stares between my spread legs. “Delectable. You cause such a hunger to burn inside of me, Caile. I’d love nothing more than to enjoy you. But I assume you’re hungry too, aye?”
I raise my eyes just a bit. “Yes, Sir.”
Standing, he shrugs off his suit jacket as he turns and moves to the kitchen, opening the enormous Sub-Zero stainless-steel refrigerator and pulling something out. Turning around, he sets a silver tray filled with strawberries and a bowl of whipped cream beside it. After unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, his deft hands move to the buttons down the front. I’m nearly mesmerized by the way his fingers move so quickly, but more so by the sight of his body. Never in my lifetime would I have imagined anyone's body could look like that outside of advertisements and social media posts. And never in two lifetimes could I ever have thought that a man like him would want a woman like me. The boys used to call me Sarah Plain and Tall in high school, like that boring book. Tall, I’m not. But plain? Plain, is me.
Shrugging his shirt off and laying it over the high back chair, he looks me over hungrily. “I’d like to start with dessert.”
“I’d love to be that for you.”
His eyebrows shoot up, nearly off his head.
Shit! “Sir.”
“I’d like you to go to the bedroom beside ours.” He shakes his head and corrects himself. “Strip naked and lie down. I’ll join you in a moment.”
I walk into the room that Julia and Layla stayed in during their sleepover last Thursday night. The blinds are closed, and the only light in the room comes from the door that I left open.
There are restraints on all four posts of the bed, as well as a pink vibrator that just a few months ago would have frightened me. Now I know that such girth and length will not hurt me. Beckett is bigger in both areas.
I quickly—and possibly a bit too eagerly—undress and lay my clothes across the chaise lounge by the window, making sure they won’t wrinkle when I put them back on and before returning to work.
Lying on the large bed completely bare, I close my eyes and wait for Beckett.
When he walks in, I open my eyes and see the head of his cock, peeking out of his unbuttoned slacks. My knees and insides clench.
He sets the tray of strawberries and the bowl of whipped cream on the table by the side of the bed and squeezes his tip with his fist, groaning, like he couldn’t wait to do that. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”
He grabs my left ankle and quickly places the leather cuff around it.
“The possibilities are endless, Sir.”
His lips, set in a firm line, twitch in amusement before settling back into a line. “That was a rhetorical question, Caile. And that was two.”
Warnings. He’s counting warnings! I should be afraid, but the truth is, I’m excited.
He grabs my right ankle and restrains it quickly.
“Sir, please remind me what the first warning was?”
He moves to the head of the bed and leans across me, securing my wrist. “I’d mind your tongue and busy your mind with what happens when I get to three.”
The broad head of his cock is less than an inch from my face. Without another thought, I lick it.
He hisses and then chuckles darkly as he straightens his stance, grabbing my last and final wrist, restraining it. “That’s three.”
“Wait, I—”
“No more, Caile,” he snarls as he reaches down and grabs something under the bed.
“Beckett, what are you—”
“Four and five.” When he stands at his full height, he tosses a long, thin leather paddle on the bed—mischief dances in his eyes before he shoves his pants down.
Oh. Shit.
Beckett climbs on the bed stroking his cock, kneeling beside me, his green eyes darkening, so he looks almost possessed. Grabbing the back of my neck, he lifts it. “Open your mouth, and don’t you dare say a word.” He rubs his cock across my lips. “I wanted to feed you first, but apparently, you’re hungrier for my cock than food.”
“Mmmnnnn.”
“I said open your mouth, you naughty, naughty, Caile.”
I open. Just like he always enters my pussy, rough and with