Page 66 of Claim Me

“That’s a question.” He issued a single but all-consuming growl.

Gone was the man who’d been gentle at first, concerned that he would hurt me. The man hovering over me was a beacon of sin, someone who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Besides, my beautiful virtuoso, I never said we were finished.”

The longing was more intense than before, the breathless wonder of what we were doing escalating to something more intense. He wrapped his hand around my throat, sliding the tip of his thumb back and forth under my chin.

When I dared to try to touch him, hungering for the same jolts of electricity as before, he shook his head. “Hands over your head.”

“Why?”

“Tsk. Tsk. Another question. Another challenge. What am I going to do with you? Do it,” he commanded. The dark, erotic sound of his voice was entirely different.

I did as I was told, blinking several times to ensure I could focus on everything he was doing. He was even more powerful than before, his demeanor intoxicatingly thrilling. I lifted my arms over my head just as he curled his hand around the material of my sweater, ripping it over my head.

His nostrils flared after seeing I hadn’t worn a bra. Perhaps I’d longed for his touch more than I’d realized.

“Such a bad girl. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

As soon as he rolled his fingertips down to my jeans, starting to unbutton them, I started to lower my arms and he immediately tweaked my nipple.

“Keep them above your head. I don’t think you want to face another round of punishment. From now on, you will obey my every command. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Why were his dark and dangerous words so thrilling?

My voice quavered, but it didn’t matter. He pinched my nipple again as a reminder he was in full control, twisting the tender bud until I cried out in anguish. I was shocked how much pleasure the filthy moment had brought, driving a dazzling array of sensations into my pussy.

“Let’s try that again,” he growled.

“Yes, sir.”

“Better.”

As I extended my arms over my head, he took several shallow breaths, tightening his hold. I knew he would never hurt me, but at that moment I wanted to feel the kind of pain that only he could provide.

He took his time unzipping my jeans, a smirk crossing his face as he struggled with lowering the material over my hips. As he pushed the thin denim to the floor, his chest rose and fell from the same extreme desire. We were crazed for each other, so electrified that I doubted either one of us was thinking clearly.

Slipping his hand under my leg, he lifted one, bending my knee so he could tug the material along with my shoe. After repeating the move, he used the backs of his fingers, brushing them up along my side to my stomach. He took a few seconds to roll the tip of his pinky around my belly button.

I was lightheaded, eager to find out what he’d do. He lowered his head, breathing against my neck before darting the tip of his tongue in the shell of my ear. When he nipped and sucked on my earlobe, my legs started to shake, so much so I thought for certain I’d fall to the floor.

Seconds later, he pulled away, closing the office door before retrieving his tie. With a dark and ominous flair, he slid the silk between his two hands. When he twirled the material until it wrapped itself in a tight twist, I sucked in my breath. What was he planning on doing? He slid the material down my stomach, cocking his head as he continued sliding it down one leg then up another.

He lifted his head once, this time mouthing what he wanted to say to me.

Such a bad girl.

I’d never felt so much like a naughty girl in my life. He brought that side out of me, filthy and unbridled.

My stomach was full of butterflies, stars floating in front of my eyes as he took his sweet time; the tickling sensations of the light material caused goosebumps along every inch of skin.

“You are so…” I managed, surprised how much I was shivering. I could tell he was paying close attention to every reaction, absorbing my needs and wants like a textbook. I couldn’t get over the difference in his demeanor, but there was no doubt he was completely in charge.

And it thrilled me more than I’d ever thought it would.