Page 21 of Hello Kitten

I shudder. “I told my friends you taste like sweets after we first started kissing and I told them I was going to leave apparently.”

He chuckles. “A good place to start. Keep going.”

ten

By the time we get to the resort, I’m exhausted. Adrian put in a bit here and there, but not much. And the way he kept teasing my thighs has had a little more effect on me than I thought it would.

He grabs our bags, wraps his arm around my waist and whispers in my ear.

“You were a good girl, kitten. I’ll tell you all about me once we’re upstairs,” he promises.

“What do you mean?” I ask playfully. “You’re going to go along with whatever story I tell because I was nice enough to pick you up.”

“Emily,” he says in warning.

I chuckle, feeling daring. “And I didn’t even ask you to pay for gas, so you’re getting a whole weekend away for free with me on your arm. That means, Iownyou,” I say, nearly kissing him.

A dark grumble vibrates in his chest as he drops his gaze, but I save myself by checking in and getting our room keys. The girl behind the counter gapes at Adrian, but he either doesn’t noticeor doesn’t care. His eyes are on me, with a very controlled level of threat.

It’s a miracle we make it to the room. When the door shuts and I hear our bags thud, I know I’m in trouble.

A squeal escapes me as Adrian presses me against the door with one arm held against my back. His hips cradle my ass and he takes a deep breath as his lips brush my ear.

“Run that last statement by me again, Emily,” he orders.

“Iownyou,” I whisper. “Last time you had me how you wanted me, but I’m sober now and I’m in charge.”

“Are you?” he asks and grazes his teeth over my earlobe, licking across the shell. His free hand moves up my side, pushing my shirt up as I feel the tip of his fingers trail over my skin all the way to my breast. He runs his nose over my throat. “I think you still need to be punished.”

“I don’t think that I—”

He palms my breast and exhales over my skin. I shudder and roll my hips back against his. A little groan falls from my lips as he kisses and nips my throat. “Fuck.”

“You know more words than that,” he says, grinding his hips against my ass to show me how hard he is.

“Adrian, I’m supposed to meet my family for dinner and—”

“Then you better learn to behave quickly,” he says, backing me away from the door and leading me to the bed.

He sighs. “What to do with such a naughty little kitten?”

“Have you run out of ideas?” I goad.

He laughs softly and pushes me forward, bending me over the bed as he keeps my arms across my lower back. With a groan he jerks my hips up and my shorts loosen enough for him to pull down my legs, revealing my cheeky panties.

My lips part as I squirm in his grip. “Adrian?”

His hand comes down on my ass. I gasp and stop moving. Adrian hums as he flexes his fingers over my ass cheek, then squeezes it until I whine.

“How are you going to address me?” he asks.

I don’t answer, but whimper when he lifts his hand. He swats my ass again, hard. I gasp. “Sir!”

“That’s right,” he agrees, tightening my panties until they slip between my pussy, grazing my clit. I whimper and rub against it, desperate for friction as wetness pools between my legs, as heat trails over my skin.

Adrian spanks me again. “You don’t deserve any pleasure yet.”

As his fingers dig into my skin, he groans, “tell me again, who owns who?”

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