Page 6 of Playing with Trouble

Tate looked way too amused for all this.“I’m going to get another drink.”

“Yeah, you do that.”My glare cut him off before I turned it on Violet, though it felt useless when my body was already betraying me.“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Oooh, am I in trouble, Principal Ford?”she purred, smirking up at me while her hand trailed down my stomach toward the waistband of my swim trunks.“Or maybe you’re just a little cranky because your dick is hard for me.”

She wasn’t wrong about that.My shaft was straining against the thin fabric, aching to fuck her.Before she could stroke my cock with her hand, I grabbed her wrist and secured her arm gently, but firmly, behind her back, anchoring her tighter against me.There was no fucking way I was going to let this little hellion get the upper hand.

“Ow,” she gasped, her lush lips curving into another pout that didn’t fool me for a second.“That hurts.”

I barked out a short, humorless laugh, tightening my grip just enough to make her squirm against me, which was both heaven and hell.“Doesn’t hurt all that much, or you’d be kneeing me in the crotch right now.”

I was well aware of the kind of temper Violet had.Back when the stalker had been after Andrea and Chase had kicked Andrea out of his place in some kind of existential crisis, Violet had made it her personal mission to make my life hell every day while I was guarding the girls’ house.

I was pretty sure Violet wasn’t joking when she said she would use a cigar cutter on some sensitive places if the situation warranted it.

“Well,” Violet murmured, shifting her body against mine, slow and deliberate, making me grit my teeth.“You’ve got me.Question is, what are you going to do about it?”she taunted.

My blood roared in my ears.“I’m going to do a lot of things about it.”

“You’d better,” she dared, pressing her hips into mine.“Or I might just strip right here, walk around naked for a bit, and see if there’s someone here who’ll give me what I want.That room full of beds looked nice.”

That was it.The last fucking straw.

A growl tore from my chest before I even realized I was moving.In one quick motion I had her flipped upside down over my shoulder, my arm banded around her legs to keep her from kicking out and a hand gripping her ass just because I could.

“Ford!”she yelled furiously, clearly shocked to find herself in such a predicament, her nails digging into my backside as she tried to prop herself up.“Put me down!”

Not a fucking chance.“Safe word is red,” I told her, giving her an out if she really wanted one as I strode away from the pool area and toward the mansion.Conversations faltered as I stalked through the crowd, Violet squirming over my shoulder, her dress riding up indecently high, but I didn’t give a damn.All I could think about was finding a playroom so I could make good on every filthy fantasy I’d had of her over the past few months.

“You’re insane!”she hissed.

“No,” I gritted out, tightening my hold on her luscious ass as she wriggled.“I’m done playing nice and letting you run your mouth and provoking me without consequences.”

She let out a surprised laugh, that also sounded like a taunt.“Guess I hit your breaking point, huh?”

“You have no fucking idea,” I growled.

I carried her upstairs to one of the private rooms—the medical play room—relieved to find it available.Once we were enclosed inside, door shut behind us, I finally put Violet down with an irritable huff on her part, then walked to the monitor on the wall.I asked Violet for her code so I could look over her limits, and she gave it to me, telling me without words that she wasn’t opposed to us finally diffusing this sexual tension between us.

While I made sure I wasn’t about to do anything she might be uncomfortable with, Violet glanced around the room, taking in the medical equipment, exam table, and other paraphernalia.Dim, adjustable lights hung overhead, illuminating a padded examination table.It’s leather surface was fitted with discreet straps for wrists, ankles, and waist.Beside it, a steel cart held neatly arranged instruments—speculums, clamps, stethoscopes and latex gloves, just to name a few of the things.

There were shelves stocked with other standard sex toys, too.

Finished perusing her limits and finding nothing that would conflict with what I had in mind, I strolled toward her.

She arched a brow at me.“If you think I’m going to play the virgin who doesn’t know how to touch herself…” she placed a hand on her chest in a show of dramatic innocence.“Oh, doctor, won’t you please show me how to orgasm…”

I chuckled, the sound low and dark.“That’s cute.”But she had no idea what was in store.“Strip,” I ordered.

Violet jutted her chin out, back to her defiant behavior.“I like this dress, and I don’t really feel like taking it off.”

Of course she wasn’t going to make this easy on me and I would have been more shocked if she’d complied.I shrugged and pressed a button that lowered the exam table so that I could easily sit on it.“Suit yourself.”

Settled on the padded leather, I reached out, circled my fingers around her wrist, and pulled her towards me.Her eyes went wide, clearly not expecting me to be so assertive.

“Bend over my knees,” I told her in a firm tone.

Her eyes flashed rebelliously as she tried to extricate her hand from my strong grasp, but failed.“I don’t think so.”