Page 9 of Unwrap Me

“Uh, just that you might be right. About the whole sex thing.”

Both girls break out into laughter.

“Have you met anyone on the app before?” Bailey asks curiously.

“No.” I shake my head. “Chris is the first.”

“Oh, shit.” Ivy grins. “Well, welcome to the first night of the rest of your life.” When I look confused, Ivy smiles and adds, “I mean, once you have someone figure out what you like and deliver on it, it’s hard to go back to vanilla.”

“Nice catching up,” I hear Chris say to the guys, catching my attention, “but I want to take Noelle over to the displays.”

“Nice meeting you both,” I say to the girls and take a long sip of my wine for some liquid courage.

Chris slips his hand around my waist and leads me away. “Did you have a nice chat?”

“Yeah, they were really nice,” I say, my mind swirling as I think about what Ivy and Bailey said. I look up at Chris, taking in his relaxed demeanor and his handsome appearance. As much as I enjoy looking at him, there’s something else about his presence that has my stomach fluttering. Not to mention, he’s already had me on the brink of coming tonight, and he’s barely touched me.

How am I going to feel once he actually fucks me?

6

“Where are we going?” I ask as Chris guides me through the club, moving away from the bar and toward the back of the buildings. Is this it? Is he finally gonna take me upstairs?

The single glass of red wine did wonders to take the edge off, though I think the entire bottle would have really helped to tame my anticipation.

“Upstairs,” he answers coolly. “I have something I want to show you.”

We stop at a bank of elevators, and I watch as Chris’s pointer finger jabs at the up button, his other hand still holding mine.

“What’s up there?”

There’s a playful grin on Chris’s face when he meets my eyes. We’re alone in the elevator, and he’s so close to me, the growing tension between us palpable. Trying to steady by breathing, I take in his scent without any other distractions. Cedar wood with a hint of cinnamon. Warm and inviting, I can imagine what it’d be like to snuggle against him, drilling mulled cider beside a fireplace.

“This club is quite large,” he says after a moment, snapping me from my thoughts, but doesn’t really answer my question. “There’s so much I want to show you, Noelle. Don’t you want to be a good girl and let Daddy show you around?” One of those graying eyebrows lifts, and I know this is a test.

“Oh.” I swallow. “I don’t really want to explore the club anymore…I thought we could just go upstairs.” I’m still tingling with need, and the idea of walking around this place any more tonight feels like too much. I need us to get upstairsnow,or I might explode from not orgasming. Is that a thing?

Chris chuckles, his lips twisting into a smile as his hand presses against my lower back, guiding me forward. “Oh, Noelle.” He tugs me into him, so the front of my body is flush against his as his hand roams down my back, over the curve of my hip and my ass. “Stop trying to rush this night, baby girl. I told you I would take you upstairs, but you need to be patient.”

Without thinking, I pout, whining, “Come ooonnn,” like on impulse.

Something flares in Chris’s eyes. It’s nearly sinister, yet he looks almost pleased by my reaction. And then he says, “One.”

“One?” I repeat, confusion marring my face. “What the fuck-”

I don’t get to finish my sentence before he interrupts. “Two. That one’s for that filthy mouth of yours.”

My mouth snaps shut.Strikes. That’s what he’s tallying up. He did say he would take pleasure in punishing me. The thought has me clenching my thighs.

“You didn’t say anything about swearing-”

Chris’s hand moves quick as lightning, gripping my chin tightly. “Are you arguing with me, baby girl? Would you like me to add another strike?” His eyes sear into me as he watches for my reaction.

I press my lips together. I’m already at two, so fuck it. What’s a third? But knowing myself, adding on to that number won’t be hard. And I’m going to have to let him show me around this club when I know there are at least two punishments waiting for me. I can’t deny that the thought has heat building in my core, amplified excitement thrumming through my body.

I channel the sweetest smile and tone as I can and say, “No, Daddy.”

The response elicits a winning smile from Chris and his hold on my face loosens. He strokes my cheek, his eyes sparkling as he looks down into mine. “Good girl,” he whispers, and the praise turns my legs to jelly.

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