Page 17 of Royal Hacker

I went to get up, but Sam tightened his hands around my waist. “You already had two glasses at dinner. You can have some wine after we talk. I want you sober for this.”

I understood where Sam was coming from, but I had a feeling by the time we were done, my face would match my ruby-red hair.

“In your research, what did you find you liked?” Sam asked in my ear.

“Well… I like the bondage stuff. That I thought was kinda cool. I really didn’t like the spankings the other day. Some of the toys looked interesting. Some of them looked scary as fuck.”

“The other night when I ran my hand through your pussy, you were wet. What do you think turned you on?” Sam asked while running his hand along my thigh.

“I’m trying to remember. I think it was your touch and when you caressed the burning on my ass,” I whispered.

“I enjoyed touching your lovely ass the other night. My tastes run more down the line of bondage than impact play. If you misbehave, I will have to punish you.”

The thought of Sam using bondage on me made my clit begin to throb. I could also feel my panties beginning to get wet.

“I can feel your heart rate increasing. Do you like the thought of me binding your arms and legs? I would be in complete control over your pleasure.” Sam moved his hand up to the underside of my breast. I could feel the heat of his hand through my thin shirt.

“Yes,” I panted.

“Let me see your hands.”

9

Sam

Sleeping at Patty’s house and not touching her beyond a kiss for the past two weeks had been killing me. For the past few nights, she had been walking around in pink boy shorts that left nothing to the imagination. The other night, she came into the living room to watch TV with Lemon and me. When I looked up, she had on a thin, tight white shirt, without a bra. She was as frustrated as I was, but I wanted to take the relationship slow and allow us time to get to know each other. Patty had wormed her way into my heart, and I wanted our relationship to go somewhere. She was more than another notch on my bedpost.

We had no activity on Patty’s stalker, but we received a report that he’d contacted a new victim. Thinking about the new evidence, I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. I never heard Brock walk in.

“Hey, boss, want to have lunch today? We could discuss the stalker case,” Brock asked from the chair across from my desk. Brock’s large size engulfed the chair.

“That’s fine. Patty is bringing me lunch today. I will have her and John stop to grab us both something to eat. Then we can all sit down and talk about the case,” I told Brock.

He threw some updated case files on my desk and went back to his computer lab.

Over the past couple weeks, I’d learned Patty had a love for anything chocolate. When Mia did an office order for snacks, I had her order a few bags of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups to keep in my desk for when I did something wrong. I think one of my favorite dates was when we stayed in and watched marathons ofThe Big Bang Theory, just the two of us nestled on the couch. Well, the three of us, because her sixty-pound basset hound didn’t realize she was too big to lie on the sofa.

The previous night, we talked about her father and how he used the money from gem mining to support all the local people. The country was well off, and in the past, Patty and Jessica were the target of kidnappers demanding money. The thought of Patty being on the radar of many kidnappers didn’t sit well with me. If Patty’s identity got out, she would be the target for more than just the Waterville Stalker.

In the back of my mind, I was glad she had decided not to take over the crown. When I met her father, I wanted to ask how that worked when someone decided not to take the crown. I didn’t think she could simply say, “No thank you,” and he would pick the next person. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that her father was merely letting her believe she was not taking it and that she really would be.

I knew it was early in our relationship, but I needed to think about these things before I fell more than I already had. I was contemplating if I would still be with her if she had to take the crown. But that wasn’t even a question: I would stay by her side.

The next few hours passed quickly. I was looking at the latest emails our victim in Austin had received when a knock brought my head up. Patty had changed her hair to a light blue. Her white sundress fit her curves and stopped right above her knees. The shoes had me shifting in my seat. Patty had on six-inch high heels that made her ass look plumper.

“Hey, pixie, is it already lunchtime?”

Patty walked over and sat on my lap. I didn’t even have to pull her over to me anymore; she automatically came and sat with me. It made my day to wrap my arms around her and smell her vanilla body wash—even though it was killing me not to bend her over the desk and take her hard and fast.

“What are you thinking about?” Patty asked while her cheeks turned red.

“I was thinking about the different wicked ways I could fuck you,” I whispered in her ear.

“Okay.”

I knew she was getting frustrated with me for holding off sex. I wanted it to be special and have her trust. I had a date in mind, and I was sticking to it, even if it killed her or me.

“No, my little pixie, not yet. The first time I have you, I want you spread out on my bed, so I can feast on you for hours.” All this talk and imagining her spread out was making my pants extremely tight.

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