The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,328

English. She always had something to do when I wasn’t entertaining her.

My natural reaction was to open the door and walk inside. She was my property, and I could do whatever I wished. But for some reason, I gave her more respect than I gave anyone else. I raised my knuckles to the door and lightly tapped.

“Come in.” Her beautiful voice crept down my spine, making me tingle.

I walked inside and saw her sitting on the couch, exactly where I imagined her to be. I wore my sweat pants and a t-shirt, the clothes I always wore before retiring to bed. Only Lars and some of my staff saw me dressed this way. And now this woman.

She shut the book she was reading and looked up at me, knowing exactly what I wanted without waiting for me to say it.

I sat on the couch beside her and pulled the button from my pocket. It was brown with beige tinsel. I held it up for her inspection and danced it between my fingertips before I dropped it into the jar on the table. The first button sat at the bottom, and now it had a friend.

Power radiated in my veins. The dominance took over, possessing all of me. I loved walking into that room and giving her a command without saying a single word. I loved making her mine by choice, not force. It was the greatest conquest I’d ever had.

She eyed the button then turned her gaze back to me. The anxiety that was there last night was absent. Her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing picked up. My hand automatically wrapped around her wrist. She thought it was an innocent touch, but I was feeling her pulse. It immediately quickened, picking up speed to a dangerous level. These were symptoms of arousal, not fear.

My cock sprang to life.

I pulled her out the door and toward the bedroom down the hall. It’d become our fuck room, our private quarters where we did nasty things. I had a special room where my darkest fantasies played out, but I knew she wasn’t ready for that. I’d use a few buttons to get her prepared for what I really wanted.

Once we were alone behind a locked door, my hands cupped her cheeks, and I kissed her just the way I liked. When I sat at my desk that afternoon, this is what I thought about. I thought about her plump and delicious lips against mine. I also thought about them tight around my dick.

She kissed me back immediately, as if she’d been thinking about it all day as well. Her hands went to my waist, her fingertips digging into my sides. They strayed away and felt my powerful chest. Her breathing picked up as our passion increased.

My tongue found hers, and they danced together like they’d done it a million times. Her small mouth was delicious. I loved tasting her, smelling her, and touching her. My hands moved down her back until I felt the steep curve that led to her ass. The curves of her body were perfect. She was worth every penny she’d been bought for.

I undressed myself then removed her dress, letting her voluptuous tits pop out. They weren’t enormous, but they were womanly. I loved squeezing them within my palms. I pinched her nipples and twisted them, making her wince in pain but sigh in pleasure at the same time.

Every muscle in my body tensed as sexual desire overtook me. This woman drove me wild, made me fall further into darkness. I wanted to spank her ass until it was red and bruised. I wanted to squeeze her tits a million times harder, make her pant in agony. I wanted her to cry for me, to beg me to let her go.

But that would have to wait.

I pulled my mouth away from hers even though I wanted to keep kissing her. I wanted to do it forever. But my cock wanted that mouth even more. And when I went to battle with him, I usually lost.

I sat at the edge of the bed with my cock resting against my stomach. I stared at her naked body, the heat scorching me. “Get on your knees.”

The defiance moved into her eyes. She hated my commands. She hated being told what to do. For an instant, it seemed like she might defy me. She wanted to tell me to go to hell. But she held her tongue, knowing she needed to