Page 133 of Finding Us
“Don’t you think we should take this upstairs?” I ask.
“I’m just making up for lost time, babe.” He places his thumb on my bottom lip, dragging it down. “I’ve missed this mouth … I’ve missed everything about you.”
“I’ve missed you too, but I’m eager to see what my punishment’s going to be.”
“Is that so?” he says, chuckling.
“What do you have instore for me, Wolf?”
“For starters, I’m going to strip you of everything bar those boots. Then I’m going to put you over my knee and spank that luscious arse of yours.”
I frown because I don’t like the sound of that. “Why?”
“After your poor choices tonight, you need a deterrent.”
“Is that so?” I say, placing my hands on my hips.
“I don’t want you back on that stage unless you’re teaching, from now on you’ll only be dancing for me.”
I narrow my eyes. “That’s awfully possessive of you.”
He lifts one shoulder. “It’s my wolf genes, Red. I can’t help it.”
“Wouldn’t your wolf genes rather eat me instead of spanking me?”
He laughs as he drapes his arm over my shoulder. “I can do both. Come on, let’s get you upstairs.”
When we reach his apartment, he leads me straight to his bedroom. He takes a seat on the edge of the mattress, manoeuvring me in between his spread legs. He unzips his leather jacket that I’m wearing, pushing it off my shoulders until it’s pooling at my feet.
He blows out a whistle through his teeth as his eyes skate down my body. “This fucking outfit,” he groans. “My dick sprang to life the moment I saw you on stage. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one with a boner there tonight.”
“Rocco picked it out,” I say as my face flushes.
“Are you allowed to keep it?”
“I doubt it.”
“I think you should, I’ll send him a cheque to cover the damage.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to need to wear this outfit when the pole gets installed in this room.”
My eyes widen. “You wouldn’t.”
“I most certainly would.”
“You’re serious?”
“As a heart attack. From now on, you only dance for me, Red.” He ghosts his hands up the sides of my body. “Turn around.” I hear a growl rumble in the back of his throat when I do. “This arse,” he groans, bending down to bite the exposed fleshy part of my butt cheek before moving to unbutton the hooks and eyes of my corset. “Can you even breathe in this?”
“Barely.”
Once I’m freed from my constraint, he tosses the corset to the ground and runs his tongue along the length of my spine as his hands scoot around to my front to palm my breasts. I angle my head back and whimper when he tweaks my nipples between his fingers.
“Turn and face me,” he commands.
Mason’s eyes remain locked with mine as he pops the button on my leather shorts, and slowly drags down the zipper. He hooks his thumbs into the sides wiggling them and my G-string over my hips and down my thighs. “You might need to remove my boots first.”
