Page 39 of Big Bad Bully
My dick gets hard. I have a half-dozen ideas of how I’d like to manage her. The punishments I’d issue when she misbehaved:
Clothing restrictions.
Spankings.
A ball gag.
Edging.
Tying her to the bed.
“Good luck working under me.” I might have put a touch of innuendo in my retort.
She lets out another surprised chuff. Her eyes dilate like she’s turned on. I catch the scent of her arousal over her nutmeg scent. Her swallow is audible.
This is the way I want her. Off-balance. Aroused. At my whim.
Now, I act the host. “May I get you something to drink?”
“Nope.” She pops out of her chair, and I instantly regret giving her an escape. “I’ll be on my way. I need to pick up supplies for the job.”
I pull out my gold Amex and hand it to her.
Her thick lashes pop open when she reaches to take it. I don’t relinquish the card, and she’s trapped in my gaze.
“For your expenses. Or for any you incur for the bachelor party.”
“I thought you didn’t trust me with your things.”
“Oh, I’d trust you with my thing.” This time, the innuendo is clear. I release the credit card, and she flips it up to flag between us.
“Careful, Suit. You have no idea what you just unleashed.”
Chapter Eleven
Billy
After Aubrey leaves my apartment, I’m on edge.
I should go back to the Adirondacks to run off this aggression. Having Aubrey scantily clad in my penthouse made me cranky as fuck. The image of her bare legs and midriff keeps flickering in my mind. Her scent has me all keyed up, and now the need to jerk off is almost overwhelming.
But I have more control than that.
Besides, she’ll be back Monday. I can exact my revenge for her ruining my weekend then.
Right now, I need to deal with my dear old dad.
He’s still in town, and Boudicca was able to get a Maine pack member to tell her where he’s staying. The residences at the Four Seasons are lovely, but out of my father’s price range. His small Maine pack doesn’t have the resources that we in the Blackthroat pack do. He’s either abusing the pack’s credit card–running it up for his own personal gain–or someone like Aiden Adalwulf is bankrolling him. My dad’s a piece of shit, so it’s probably both.
It ends now.
I enter the lobby of the Four Seasons and head to the help desk. “I’m staying in the residences, but I’ve left my key card upstairs. William White,” I flash my ID, and turn on the charm, so they won’t notice that I’m not the William White they checked in.
With my new keycard, I stroll down the hallway of the fancy hotel like I own the place. When I get to my father’s residence, I knock, and when someone comes to the door, I kick it in before they can open it fully.
The wolf behind the door grunts, knocked backwards as I rush him. It’s one of my dad’s enforcers, probably here acting as a bodyguard. “Hiya, Chip.” I hit him hard enough to send him crashing to the floor. “Where’s Dale?”
Dale rounds the corner, sees his fallen partner, and rushes me. With a swift jab to the throat, I take him out, too. A crushed windpipe won’t kill a shifter, but it’ll incapacitate him for a while.
