Page 38 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
Chapter Twelve
“How did it go?” Monique asked when he walked into the suite.
His easy smile reached his eyes, telling her all she needed to know. She stood from the chair and rushed to kiss him. She’d imagined he’d do great, but she had a plan in place no matter what his news was.
“Confident, aren’t we?” he said, pointing to the champagne chilling in the bucket.
“I actually ordered it for myself, to prepare for the surprise.”
He put his briefcase on the chair and undid the top buttons on his shirt. Tilting his head to the side, he raised his brow, sizing up her robe. She’d slipped on the hotel-monogrammed robe to hide what she wore underneath.
Zaine removed his shirt. “What if I didn’t nail the deal?”
“Then you’d need a little pick-me-up to make you smile. Either way, you win with me.” We both win, she added inwardly.
“I like where you’re going with this.”
Damn him, the man had earned his ass fucking. And she looked forward to it. She pulled him by the hand, and he skeptically followed her, until she reached the working desk in the corner. She’d put the lube she brought on there, and also the leather-covered paddle. She’d never used one before, but if there was a man she trusted to use it, that’d be Zaine.
His gaze darted from her to the desk, and he beamed with approval when he spotted the lube. She watched him closely, hoping she hadn’t made a complete fool of herself by buying the paddle. It was wide and black and supposed to be a good toy for beginners.
“Interesting,” he said, picking up the device, running his long fingers on it. Specks of silver flickered in his eyes as he turned to her, his expression sober. “Take off your robe.”
She untied the knot at her waist, and then let it slide down. Her insides sizzled with anxiety and anticipation, and she suppressed a squeal. Down, girl. Relax.
She lifted her chin to him, her stomach curling. His jaw clenched, and he regarded her from top to bottom. It was too late to second-guess her schoolgirl outfit. The cropped white top that knotted below her breasts and brown and gold plaid skirt didn’t leave much to the imagination.
He tapped the paddle on his palm, holding it with intent. “Do you know why you’re here?” he asked.
A thrill of excitement ricocheted through her. “I cheated on my language exam,” she said, feigning innocence. When she’d been eighteen, she’d finally finished her last year of school in France. Back then, she’d had too many worries about her family and the drama of everyday life to fantasize about screwing an older man, much less a school director or principal. Today, she was in charge of her reality, and her fantasies. And, shit, it felt good to share them with Zaine. He didn’t judge her or try to change that side of her.
“That’s right. We don’t allow cheating at this school.”
She cleared her throat. “I won’t do it again.”
He shook his head. “Not good enough. You need a good lesson to keep from sabotaging your future, young lady,” he said in a firm voice, and for a second she wondered if he had role-played this scene before. Because, damn, he knew how to do it.
“I promise—”
He took one step in her direction, towering over her. “You aren’t following protocol. Are you not wearing a bra?” he asked, pointing to her top.
Her pulse throbbed at the base of her throat. “I was in a hurry when I left home.”
“Take off your top. I want to see for myself how reckless you are.”
She unknotted the top, her tingly breasts bouncing free. They seemed heavier than usual, desire making them rise and fall as her breathing became more labored. She didn’t take it off, just opened it so he could see her tits.
A flicker of pure lust touched his eyes. He shook his head slowly, then sat his hands on his waist. “You’re a naughty, naughty girl, Monique. I should suspend you. Do you have any idea how distracted everyone will get with your perfect tits?”
“Are you distracted?” she asked, cocking her head down, regarding the bulge in his pants.
“Yes, thanks to you, but I’ll straighten you up. On your knees, now.”
She swallowed, dropping to her knees. He narrowed the gap between them, keeping in character at all times, this stern version, one she began to appreciate. She wouldn’t like to date someone so stuffy, but within this fantasy, it worked. He unzipped in front of her, and when his gorgeous dick popped out, she palmed it, loving the feel of his warm flesh.
He groaned, and she didn’t waste time taking him inside her mouth, hungry for his cum. She licked him up and down, her tongue circling his delicious rod, then began to cup his heavy, smooth balls.
“Suck my balls,” he hissed.
