Page 9 of House Rules
“Tell me.”
“I was thinking…”
I cup her chin and angle it so she’s forced to look at me. “What?”
“That I wished I could see what you were doing.”
Hmmm, not quite what I expected her to say, but it’s definitely something I can work with. “I can make that happen. As long as I get the same in return.”
Her chest heaves, those creamy white breasts of hers rising and falling with an innocence I can’t wait to exploit.
“What do you mean?”
I hold both of her wrists in my palm, and run my free hand down the front of her body until I reach her sex. Backing her up, I press her to the wall and cup her hot mound. “This,” I say. “Tonight, this is mine. I’m going to do whatever I want with it, and if I want you to touch yourself, to spread your sweet lips wide so I can see every inch of you, you’ll do it.”
“But—”
I press my finger to her lips. “You’re in my territory now, Kitten. This is my playground, and you’re my toy. I get to play with you any way I want. Only my rules apply here.” Heat flashes in her eyes, and I smirk at the raw need emanating from her body.
I lower my head and capture her mouth. My tongue seeks entrance, and she leans into me. Her mouth is soft, so goddamn soft, her body so pliable in my arms, it’s like she’s never been touched or kissed before. Then again, before tonight, before I have my way with her, it’ll be like she’s never really been fucked.
Her tongue flicks across mine, her taste so sweet it just about drives me insane. I need to have her. All of her. Now. After a good, hard kiss to mark her as mine for the night, I step back. My gaze never leaves hers as I tug on my tie. She watches me carefully, her eyes wide, wanting. I catch the way her mouth drops open, the way she’s rubbing her wrists together, a telltale sign I bet she doesn’t even know she’s sending. Christ, little Kennedy Lane is such an easy read, but I’d bet my next paycheck she’s never been tied up in her entire life—no matter how much she wants to be.
Time to fix that.
“On the bed, hands behind your back.” I give her a little nudge to set her in motion, and she hurries across the room and sinks onto the bed. I take in her posture, the rapid-fire pulse on her neck. “Panties off.”
“Sean,” she says, my name coming out on a breathy whisper.
“Yeah, Kitten?” I ask slowly.
Her entire body is practically vibrating. “I…nothing.” She lifts her backside from the bed, reaches under her dress, and removes her panties. She’s about to kick off her shoes to make the removal easier, but I shake my head.
“Shoes stay.”
She works the panties past the high heels, tosses them on the floor, and lowers herself again. I take a moment to look at her. How did I get so fucking lucky? A sweet innocent all dressed up in sin and just waiting for me to make her feel good. Motherfucker. I swear to God I must have done something right in a previous life.
I step up to her and push her hair from her shoulders so I can see that pretty mouth of hers. I can’t wait to fuck it. As I admire her, she stares up at me, her eyes wide, like she’s holding her breath and counting down the seconds until I touch her.
“Breathe,” I say.
She sucks in air, and the desire I feel for her rocks me to the core. How many fucking years have I dreamed about this exact scenario? Kennedy Lane, mine to do with as I please. Sweet Jesus. I take a second to savor the moment, savor her before I strip her naked and slide my fingers into her slick core.
“Sean,” she pleads, her eyes flicking shut.
I angle my head, take in her quivering body. “Look at me.” Her lids flutter open, and I grip her hair, pulling on it gently so her head lifts. “Do you even have any idea what you’re begging for, Kitten?”
“Yes…no. I don’t know.”
My gaze drops to her parted lips, all wet and ready for me. “Could it be that you want your mouth on my cock?” I push my finger between her lips to spread them. “Want to fuck me with this hot, tight hole until I come?”
A little cry catches in her throat. “I think so,” she murmurs.
“You want my cum, don’t you? You’re a naughty little girl who wants every drop, and you don’t care how you get it—in your mouth or in your pussy.”
“Sean,” she hisses out. Christ, what is it about the way she says my name that turns me on so much?
“Then again, maybe what you really want is my tongue on your body. Maybe you want me to lick those hard nipples poking through your bra, or could it be that you want me to bury my mouth between your legs and eat at you until you come all over my face. Could that be it?”
