Page 104 of Ask Me Something

The lights were low in the small space when we entered. It reminded me of a massage room with the dark, soothing colors on the walls and the table in the middle that was draped with some sort of satin-looking sheet. There was a large wingback chair in the corner, and my shoes sank down into the plush rug. I turned toward Brian, figuring he’d somehow gotten this room for us to talk privately. “Look, I know you’re pissed off and—”

He held up his hand and glanced over at the table. “Don’t. We’re not fighting about this now.”

I blew out a breath of frustration. “You can’t be serious. You come down here—which, by the way, why are you still in New York, and how the hell did you know about this place? And now you won’t discuss it?”

That earned me a tick of his jaw. It was both fascinating and intimidating. In all these years of knowing one another, I’d never seen him like this. His eyes raked over my body from head to toe, which appeared to further piss him off when he took in my short red dress.

“We can fight after,” he muttered, turning on his heel and moving toward the table.

“After what?” My heart rate shot up.

“Rule number one.”

A shot of desire coursed through me as I thought about what truly angry sex would be like with Brian. Then it clicked what we were doing in this room. When our eyes locked, a chill covered my body. “This room is for that?”

“It is. Lose the clothes and get on the table,” he demanded, taking off his shoes.

I stood in place, making no move to do as requested. “Catherine will be waiting—”

“If she is, she can do so at the bar or go home. They will tell her that I’m here for you, and we’ve gone into a couples’ room. Now we can do this the easy or the hard way, Sasha, but either way, I’m going to fuck you right now.”

How could I be impossibly aroused and pissed off by his arrogant words at the same time? “Oh, I think I’ll try the hard way, please,” I challenged, liking the way that his eyes darkened.

He strode toward me like a man with a purpose, lifted me off my feet without a word, and practically dumped me on the table. He raised my arms up and tugged off my dress, securing my hands with two of the restraints up at the top of the surface. Next, his deft fingers unclasped my bra and then yanked my panties down, leaving me completely naked.

“You want it the hard way, do you?” His voice was husky, and I could tell that his control was frayed. He secured my ankles to the end of the table. These restraints allowed enough room to bring my knees up, while my hands weren’t going anywhere.

I nodded, my libido spiking up again. I watched, curious, as he opened a drawer beneath where I lay.

He quirked a brow and ran his hand down my thigh. “Very well, you want to play games, we will.” He replaced my mask with a blindfold. His fingers glided up, finding me drenched already. Then a digit plunged into me. “This turns you on, doesn’t it?”

I nodded, enjoying the pleasurable way his fingers moved. He removed his hand suddenly and I could hear his clothes rustling. His weight was hovering over me, and I gasped in surprise when he entered me fully on one stroke. His thrusts were long and slow, and my body tried to catch up with the sensation. Then, abruptly, he was out. “Bri—” I didn’t like the fact I couldn’t see.

Suddenly, my hands were being released and a pillow was slid under my neck. “Squeeze your tits together and suck it. I want you to taste yourself,” he whispered, using the wetness from me as lubrication between the valley of my breasts. The tip of him was at my lips. I opened my mouth and he shifted forward affording me more of his hard length.

He thrust his hips while I squeezed his cock with my breasts, providing friction. He thickened, which gave me a slight warning before the hot liquid hit the back of my throat. I swallowed instinctively and when he stayed in my mouth, licked every drop, enjoying the sound of his satisfied groan.

He crawled down the length of me, flicking his tongue and teeth along the way.

“Do you know how sexy your pussy is? It’s positively glistening and all from you sucking me off.”

I shivered with his words.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to punish you for being here tonight. Were you tempted by the menu?” he asked, with his fingers teasing me in my most sensitive spot.

“No, I was only waiting in the bar,” I insisted, my voice thick with lust.

“You weren’t curious?” His finger dipped back inside of me.

“No, I only wanted you.”

His hands reached back over me, securing my wrists back into the restraints. “Brace yourself,” he warned, spearing me in one thrust.

“Ah, yes.”

He pushed in and out in a frenzy and then, much to my dismay, stopped and pulled out again.

I could hear his ragged breath and fought my annoyance. I arched my hips, trying to feel him again, only to get air.

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