Page 92 of The Break Out

“It’s just something stupid because you call me Princess,” she shrugs, then looks back down at her own keys and sees the unfamiliar key and looks up with wide eyes. “I hope this isn’t to your house and is to something else.”

“It’s to my house, Princess. I’m not asking you to move in so don’t worry. I wanted you to have it so when I’m on the road and tell you that I want you here, naked when I come home, you will be.”

She raises her chin up. “What makes you think I’ll actually do that for you?”

Closing the distance between us, I grip the hair in the back of her head, forcing her to keep her eyes on me.

“Listen to me, when I tell you I want you waiting for me when I get home, then that’s where you’ll be. If I tell you I want you in my bed you’ll be there. If I want you spread out on my dining table, you’ll be there. I know you want this as badly as I do.” Her breath hitches.

“And what about if I want to find you in certain positions,” she retorts, weakly.

I smirk. “If that’s what you want, I’d do it. But I know you’d rather be my good girl.” I pull her bottom lip down, to prove my point. If she wanted to find me on my knees for her, I would do it in a fucking heartbeat.

“What if I use your key to break in and steal all your stuff,” she sasses.

“Do it, baby. Do whatever you want, but I would give you anything you wanted, no need to steal it.”

“What if I just come in here and destroy your house?”

“Sounds like you want to be punished.”

She takes her bottom lip between her teeth. “Why me, Colton?”

“Why you what?”

“Why do you want me?” She’s asked this before, and my answer was different. Now, there’s so many reasons.

Because you’re the only person that has made me feel something. Because I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you. Because you make me happy. Because you get me. Because I love you.

I don’t say any of that. Instead, I say, “Because you’re everything.”

She lifts up on her toes and crushes her lips to mine. I wrap my arms around her, lifting her up, her legs instantly wrapping around my waist.

“I need you, Colton, please,” she pleads against my lips.

“I know, baby. You have me.”

She kisses me deeply as I carry her up to my room. I grip herass tightly as she rubs herself against my cock that’s already hard for her and has been all night just waiting until I could have her in my bed.

There’s no part of her that’s holding back right now as her tongue plunges into my mouth. I can feel how desperate she is, but there’s more there. It’s like she’s desperate for more than just sex and if I haven’t made it clear to her yet, I want to give her everything.

We get to my room, and I toss her onto the bed. She yelps when I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge. I pick up the tie I set here earlier and slide it through my hands, looking down at her flushed face. She’s already squirming, trying to rub her thighs together, but can’t since I’m standing between them.

“Wrists, Princess,” I command, and she brings them together in front of her, easily.

I tie the fabric around her wrists, making sure it’s not too tight because I don’t want to leave those kinds of marks on her. If I leave any, I want them to come from my mouth. Or maybe my hand on her ass.

She watches as I bind her hands. “I didn’t take you for someone who wears a pink tie.”

“I’ve never worn this one, but it made me think of you.” I finish the last knot.

“Why’s that?”

I push her hands up above her head, leaning over so my face hovers above hers. “Three reasons. This pink is the exact same shade your ass turns when you take your spankings like a naughtylittle brat. It’s also the same shade your skin flushes when you come for me like a good girl.”

She gulps. “What’s the third?”

“The painting.”

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