Page 64 of Ask Me Something

“You said spontaneity was an option. Plus I told you I wasn’t always going to be all right with taking orders. So if this kind of thing pisses you off, maybe you should take me back to the airport.” I hadn’t left anything I absolutely needed at Brian’s place and could be back on a plane within an hour.

That certainly got his attention. He turned and glared. “We’re going back to the house.”

“I thought we were heading to the grocery store.”

“We have unfinished business. And I’m pissed off, which invokes rule number one.”

“Tell me why you’re angry. Any other man would have been happy to receive a blow job in the hallway.”

“And I’m certain many a man has done that with you, Sasha, but I’m not that guy.”

His insult immediately ignited my temper. “And is that what is making you angry? To know that you’re not the first guy I’ve given a blow job to?”

His jaw ticked and my stomach tightened when we pulled into his driveway. He got out of the car, not bothering to wait for me.

Fine, let him wait. I sat in the passenger seat, watching him open the front door and then look back, obviously furious that I wasn’t following.

I’d gotten a glimpse of Angry Brian on the beach, but it was such an anomaly to witness full-blown pissed-off-Brian that I could only sit there, stunned. When he stalked back to the car and opened my door, I found myself shamelessly turned on by it.

“Get out of the damn car.” He took my arm firmly and escorted me inside the house.

I was aware that if I’d wanted to, I could’ve pulled out of his grasp. But I was far too curious to see where this was heading to draw away. Even with this rare side of him on display, I’d known Brian long enough that I didn’t feel one ounce of distress that he’d ever get too angry.

After the front door closed, I did pull my arm out of his grasp. “You’re being ridiculous—”

“Stop talking. Just stop. First we fuck, then we’ll fight.”

Swallowing hard, I instantly became wet at his suggestion. “Fine,” I fired back, purposefully using that word. Defiantly, I pulled off my sweater while kicking off my boots.

He watched for a moment and then quickly took off his shoes and yanked down his jeans.

I did the same. His eyes went dark when I took off my bra and slowly dropped my panties.

“You’re so unbelievably beautiful,” he whispered, catching me off guard with the compliment. Then he kicked off his boxers and took my hand to lead me upstairs to his bedroom.

“Lie in the middle of the bed,” he ordered and then disappeared into his walk-in closet.

I trembled with anticipation.

When he walked back toward the bed, he narrowed his eyes. “Are you cold?”

“No.”

He knelt on the mattress straddling me and pulled my hands up to the headboard, tying them there securely with a silken tie. Next, he wove longer scarves to the footboard and secured my ankles. Finally, he put a strip of silk over my eyes.

“I’m not sure I want a blindfold when we’re doing angry sex.”

He exhaled heavily, and then his body covered mine, hard and strong. His lips sealed over mine. They weren’t gentle but neither were they punishing. It was as if he was trying to pour out his feelings in that kiss, and then he was down, down. Holy wow, his mouth was completely devouring my center.

“I’ll never get enough of your sweet cunt.”

I’d never heard that word in the bedroom before, but the way he said it had been hot instead of crude. “You said we’d—Oh—”

His tongue flicked over my clit while his fingers kept me open for his assault. My hips moved of their own volition, arching up into his mouth. His hands held me still, not allowing my movement. While he gripped my ass, holding me up at an angle, his tongue plunged into me. My hypersensitive nub was tortured by his thumb drawing circles. My body strained against the ties as my release hit me hard and fast. I screamed his name with the pleasure that overwhelmed me.

“And now we’ll fuck, but first I needed to level the playing field.”

Ah, I was starting to understand. But before I could verbalize anything, my arms and legs were untied. I was unceremoniously being turned over and put onto my knees with my ass up into the air.

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