“What are you doing? You said you had an afternoon of meetings.” Scarcely an hour had gone by.
He gave a laugh. “I’m in Miami to be courted. I need none of them. When I heard your new treadmill stop, I simply called the meeting and rescheduled.” He began unbuttoning his shirt. How could he make that act menacing? “You disobeyed me, kotyonok.”
Even as my heart tripped, I squared my shoulders. “When bored, this kitten hops the fence.”
He bared his muscular chest. I wanted to sink my nails into his sculpted pecs. Running had made me as horny as ever.
“You’ve ensured that my enemies—and my brothers—will find out that I’ve finally taken on a woman.” He unbuckled his belt. “Evidently I was quite generous with gifts to her today. In fact, to the entire hotel.”
I asked innocently, “Baby boy didn’t like my little bell? No?” Hardening my expression, I said, “I regret nothing.”
“You never do.” He stepped out of his pants. “For someone who doesn’t like to shop, you did well enough.”
“I didn’t shop. I committed retaliatory consumerism. I could’ve gone for jewelry, really putting the hurt on. Also, I debated washing all of your expensive suits in the hot tub.”
As if I hadn’t spoken, he said, “I wasn’t quite ready for others to know about you yet.” He pulled his boxer briefs over his dick, making it bob. “So now I’m going to discipline you for disobeying me.”
“Oh, are you?” I’d meant to scoff. Instead, I sounded intrigued. “How’s that?”
He entered the large shower enclosure with me. “I’m going to spank you.” He yanked me close, his cock trapped between us.
More BDSM? “I don’t want that. I’m not going to let you abuse me.”
“Abuse is one-way, with the intent to hurt. What I do with you is for shared pleasure, and it is a two-way interaction. I’ll be assessing your response, as usual.”
“What does that mean?”
His mesmerizing eyes pinned my gaze. “I watch for your pupils to dilate, a sign of surrender that means you’ll let me do anything to you. Sometimes I hold your wrists to take your pulse and learn what makes your heart race. Even if I’m not touching your pussy, I can tell when you start to get wet; you get a pink flush from here”—he touched the left side of my chest and ran his finger in a straight line across my skin—“to here.” Dropping his hand, he grazed the backs of his fingers over one nipple. “This sweet little peak always hardens a moment faster than the other.”
I exhaled a shaky breath.
“All this golden skin.” He traced the tan line beside my areola. “If I lick your flesh, will I taste the sun?”
Shivers coursed over me.
“Turn around and hold on to that bar.” He indicated the metal towel rack. “Prepare for your punishment.”
Was I really going to try another type of BDSM? I’d relished the belt, but that hadn’t hurt.
“Don’t fight me.”
“Por Dios, just wait.”
“For what?”
“I’m doing a risk/reward analysis.”
He froze, a gust of breath leaving him. “Indeed? The courtesan who hardened all the cocks in that meeting would now like to perform an analysis?”
Shouldn’t I brave this out for a few minutes? Just to see what all the fuss was about? Hadn’t I decided to experience as much of his mind-blowing sex as I could in my limited time with him? To explore my sexuality?
He was looking into my eyes, studying me. Would my pupils truly flare now that I’d surrendered?
He gave me a cocky smirk. “There it is.” He grabbed my hips and turned me around. “Hold on to that. And do not let go, or I’ll deepen your punishment.”
With a swallow, I reached for the towel bar, bending over, baring myself to him even more.
I could feel his gaze on my ass and pussy. “Risk/reward,” he muttered. “I don’t know whether to kiss you or whip you harder.”
Positioned like this, I felt utterly vulnerable. So why was I having a hard time keeping my hips still?
Especially when he followed the tan line across my ass with a reverent finger. “You made sure I saw this, revealing it in a room full of men. But it was for me.”
“Maybe—”
He slapped one cheek.
The sound was loud in the enclosure, startling me as much as the hit. “Whoa!” No warning? It stung—until he began kneading me with his big hands, transforming the strike into . . . heat.
His cock pulsed against his leg just before he slapped the other side of my ass. The rap echoed off the tile.
“Look at your ass moving with my strikes.” Again, he kneaded me, generating that sublime heat. “For days, this flesh has begged to be chastised.” A harder slap. More massaging. “I can see how wet you’re getting. You were made for this.”
I was beginning to think he was right. That bloom of heat spread from my ass to my thighs and pussy, to low in my belly.
With his next slap, I turned my head and moaned against my arm. He massaged me so perfectly.
“If you make me jealous, Katya, you play a dangerous game.” Slap. He was breathing more heavily. “When those men leered at you in that thong, I had the impulse to tear off that bell with my teeth and fuck you in front of all of them—so they’d know who makes you scream.”
His jealousy hit me like a drug. I shook.
“I am fucking you. No one else. I alone own your body.” Slap.