Page 90 of Seize Me

“I’m sorry,” I panted.

“For what?”Tony asked.A knowing grin spread across his mouth.“Spontaneous explosions are allowed, pet.”

“That’s what happened, I swear.”

“I know.I enjoyed the hell out of it, too.It gives me lots of wicked ideas.You’re going to love how I torture you with ass play, sweetheart.”

“Uh-huh,” I replied hesitantly.

“You’ll see.”He winked.

Tony climbed off the bed and headed toward the bathroom, leaving me to process his threat and how easily he’d instigated my orgasm.Turning toward the sound of running water, I watched Tony at the sink.He caught my gaze and pinned me with a dissecting stare.Withering beneath his probing look, I cast my eyes down.Hiding from the intensity of his regard was akin to waving a red flag at a bull.I knew he’d come back to bed and start picking at my layers.It’s what he did, and he did it well.Dammit.

I gazed at the bulging erection strangling beneath his jeans when he returned with a wash cloth.While he tended to my backside with the warm cloth, I began mentally preparing for Doctor Tony to make his appearance.

“Playing with your ass isn’t dirty to me,” he began in a serious tone.“In fact, it’s a huge turn on.I’m more an ass man than a pussy man.Not to insinuate that I’m an ass instead of a pussy, or anything, I just thoroughly enjoy anal play.”

“I’d never call you a pussy or an ass.”

“Ah, but you’ve called me an asshole before, angel, twice in fact.I haven’t forgotten that.”

“Darn, I’d spent a lot of time hoping you had,” I murmured, remembering my first journey into subspace.

“You wish,” he teased.“But back to our original topic, why do you associate ass play with something dirty?You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it, sweetheart.”

“No, I can’t,” I softly confessed.“I worry that I’m not clean there.”

“But you are.I bathed you just a few hours ago.You’ll be clean every time we play.It’s one of the tasks I’ll have designed for you to follow before we play.”

“Tasks?”I asked feeling my brows arch.

“Of course.I’ve already started a list for you.”

“When do I get to see this list?”

“When I’m good and ready, Miss Impatient.”Tony smirked, rounding the bed as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.“You tend to forget you’re not driving this bus.Iam.”

He could have told me the club was on fire, and I wouldn’t have cared less.My attention lay on the lip-smacking hard-on straining against his boxers.The desire to lean over and drag his dark briefs off with my teeth rode me hard.Shifting on the bed, I rolled to my side and sat up, watching as Tony freed his engorged cock from beneath its cotton confines.

“Going somewhere, angel?”Tony asked, arching one brow.

“No, Sir.Just getting ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“Your cock.What else?”

“I see.What am I going to do with my cock, sweetheart?”

“Let me suck it, of course,” I answered in a low, raspy tone.

“Did you not hear what I said a minute ago?”

“No, I just want to taste you,” I replied, ignoring the icy edge in his tone.

Suddenly, Tony gripped my hair, forcing me to gaze at his blatantly annoyed face.“I’m done playing games, Leagh.I want youandI want your submission.Do you think trying my patience is going to get you whatyouwant?”

Apprehension swept through me, followed by a surge of fear that quickly morphed into rejection.

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