Page 35 of Wicked Little Game
“I kinda like it. You should tie me up more often,” she says as I get back in the car and my cock twitches in response. I turn the radio up so high that I can’t hear her any longer. The two other options are totaling the car because she’s distracting me so much or railing her right there in the backseat.
A small, horribly naïve part of me hopes she falls asleep. Then I could carry her inside, throw her in her bed, and forget about this evening.
Yeah, that’s not the case.
We arrive at the house and as I open the back door, Ruby looks up at me with even more mischief in her pretty brown eyes. Every alarm siren in my head blares while I try to ignore how fucking hot she looks tied up like that.
The second her hands are free again, they are on my, now unfortunately belt-free, pants. She tries to open them, her expression something between desperate want and determination.
“No,” I hiss, grabbing her hands. I don’t trust her to walk on her own, so I throw her over my shoulder again, not bothering with pulling her skirt down as I unlock the front door.
“Should have fucked one of the guys at the club,” shegrumbles, and somehow this is the straw that breaks the camel's back.
I can handle her bratty behavior. I can handle her constant teasing and the way she’s tugging at my nerves like it’s her favorite pastime activity.
But the thought of her fucking someone else? That’s something I can not handle, apparently.
I make my way through the dark house, knowing that what I’m about to do is a terrible idea, but I can’t let her behavior slide any longer. Her body is draped over my lap as I sit down on the couch, her half-exposed ass begging to be spanked.
Give me a reason, give me a fucking reason.
“Repeat that,” I growl.
“Should have fuck—”
I don’t bother letting her finish her sentence. I’ve heard enough.
My hand comes down on her ass, hard. The sound echoes through the living room, followed by a tiny squeal from Ruby.
“Don’t even think about it,” I say sternly while I rub over her ass. And I don’t know if I’m talking to her or to myself.
“Jealous?” She asks, earning herself another slap. The gasp that leaves her goes straight to my cock.
I’m pretty sure that bodyguards usually don’t spank their clients, but nothing about this job isusual. Nothing about Ruby is normal, or sane. I deserve this moment, at least for tonight. She had her fun with me for long enough, now it’s my time for revenge.
But I should have known that she wouldn’t give me the satisfaction of punishing her. Okay, in her defense, I should have thought of another way to discipline her.
With every slap, her squeals sound a bit more like moans and soon she’s arching her back as if she wants me to spank her even harder.
My hand wanders over the swell of her ass, and before I realize what I’m doing, my fingers are dangerously close to her pussy. At least she’s wearing underwear. I wouldn’t put it past her to go out clubbing with nothing underneath.
Still, I can feel how wet she is, the tiny piece of fabric absolutely soaked and it takes all of my self-control to not take her right now.
“Sam, please, why won’t you fuck me?” she whines, trying to open my pants again. “I’ll pay you.”
“I’m not an escort, you idiot,” I groan as I pull her skirt back down and lift her off of my lap.
“And you’re drunk.”
She leans back on the couch, still fully dressed. Out of the corner of my eye, I see how she struggles to take off her shoes, the soles dangerously close to the light gray fabric of the couch.
I grab her legs and pull them closer to take her shoes off for her. She laughs as I pull her shoes off, wriggling with her feet whenever I accidentally touch them.
“Why are your feet so small? That can’t be normal.”
“Proportionate.”
“Come on, Miss Proportionate, we should get you to bed,” I say as I get up from the couch. She makes no effort to do the same, only stretches her arms out towards me.
