Page 66 of Indecent Obsession
Gasping at the heat surging within, I put my hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my palm. His cheek presses against mine.
“When we’re at the apartment, you’ll be mine to do with what I wish.” He weaves his fingers into my hair as I try to draw away. That might not work. This isn’t just between me and him.
“I have Finn and Dante and Drew too.” I get back far enough that I can search his dark eyes. Our relationship is complicated, but I need to make sure we have all the pieces in order. I won’t ignore the others to only be with Wyatt. That ship has long since sailed.
“Yes, you serve many masters.” His gaze drops to my lips. “I should punish you for that.”
“The only one who deserves punishment for that is you. You pushed me away. You didn’t want me.” I try to retreat again, needing space.
“I’ve always wanted you, trouble.” He tips my head back with his hold in my hair. He leans over me. “I was a fool, but we wouldn’t have been happy. You would have given in too easily and I like you feisty.”
“You want me submissive and feisty?” I laugh even though he has me captured in his hold. “Those aren’t the same things.”
“I don’t want you to submit to my every demand, trouble. I want you to fight me when you want. To resist my commands and be the brat I know you can be.” He studies my eyes before his attention locks on my lips like he’s going to kiss me. We’re so close. I can feel his breath on my lips. “You’re not only mine. I know that. Trust me, I’ve seen you with Finn and Dante enough.”
My brow furrows.
“Getting fucked by both of them in the middle of the night.” He dips his head toward mine but still doesn’t kiss me. His hand tightens in my hair, almost pulling. But instead of making me angry, something warm slithers through my insides.
“You can’t punish me for them. We all agreed to this. You agreed to this. You can’t back out now.” Those words escape me before I can hold them in. I hate revealing how vulnerable I still am to him of all people.
He grabs under my knee and draws me onto his lap, pushing my skirt up so I’m straddling him. “I know, trouble. I won’t punish you for having them. That doesn’t mean I want less of you though.”
He claims my lips and I can’t think anymore as I fall into the kiss. He drags me into him. He cradles my ass, while his other hand pulls at my hair, keeping me arched into him.
He pulls away too soon. I resist the urge to close the distance and take this further.
“We’ll put together a contract so both of us know the other’s expectations and what happens if those expectations are broken.” His gaze lowers to my lips again and I suck in a breath. Even if I wanted to lean in, I couldn’t unless I was okay tearing my own hair out. Though I don’t think he’d allow that.
“What are your expectations, sir?” I give him that because I want more kisses right now.
He smirks. “You’ll call me sir. Not cap or captain. If you disobey, we’ll have a list of appropriate punishments.”
Giving him a flirty smile, I slide my hand down his tie. “Such as?”
“Orgasm denial or forced orgasm. Wearing a concealed vibrator that I control. Cockwarming. Wearing a butt plug.” His eyes darken.
“What’s cockwarming?” I sit back on his lap.
“You hold my cock in your mouth or pussy or ass for however long I tell you.” His fingers cradle my head.
“How is that punishment?” I arch an eyebrow.
“You don’t get to come while you’re doing it, trouble.” He brushes his lips against mine. “Fuck, you’re distracting.”
I smile smugly. “Maybe if you didn’t have me on your lap, you wouldn’t be distracted.”
He straightens. “Rules. If you want to come when you masturbate, you ask for permission first.”
“I have four guys. When will I be masturbating?” I slide my hand down to his pants and rub his erection through his slacks.
He growls low in his throat like a warning. Fuck, I hate to tell him but that’s not a warning in my book. It’s a fucking mating call.
“You’ll keep your pussy shaved or waxed.”
“Not a problem. I already do that.” When he doesn’t make me stop rubbing him, I grow bolder and reach for his belt.
“When we’re in the apartment, no panties.” His eyes narrow like he’s looking for my breaking point.
