Page 29 of Right Next Door (Stone Family #3)

“Get in the car and take off your bottoms. Sit on your hands.” I close the door once she settles in her seat.

She complies immediately, and I don’t waste any time pulling out on the road.

She’s naked, save for her bathing suit top, and I turn the vents directly on her, so she’s blasted with cold air the whole drive.

And I don’t say one word.

Riling her up.

I imagine her still-damp skin freezing, and with nothing but her bare ass and pussy on the leather, she’s shifting all over the place.

I’m gonna torture the shit out of her.

“We’re going to my apartment. I’ll park in the back, so no one will see.” Except it’s the last thing I want to do. I’d rather parade her down all of Aster Street. Claim her as mine .

She shoots her eyes to me, worried, and while my muscles clench in hesitation at the thought of hurting her, I am the one in charge in this instance.

If she wants to see how far I can take her, then we have to stop fucking around, running and hiding.

I’ve reached my breaking point, and I need her in my bed.

At my place, I inform Nicole that June is out, working at a summer camp, and toss her cover-up to her so we can head inside, right up to my apartment.

I waste no time directing her to my bedroom.

The less time I allow her to get mentally organized, the more she’ll live in the moment. The more compliant she’ll be.

I tell her to give me the brush she bought this morning then get undressed and lie on my bed with her feet on the mattress.

Her wide blue eyes follow me as I adjust the air, keeping the room cool.

Her skin is already covered in goose bumps, her nipples tight beads, and when I have her where I want her, I stand at the edge of the bed, lightly brushing the soft bristles across her stomach.

I’d texted her this morning and told her to go shopping.

Pick out an item, something soft and small that she liked.

Originally, I’d planned on using it strictly for sensory overload, maybe blindfold her and tease her skin with it or anything else I might like.

But now that I know what she really wants, I’ll use this brush to teach her that I can and will completely control her.

“Any time you want to orgasm, you need to ask me. Any time you even touch yourself and you’re about to come, you need to ask me. If you’re at home and masturbating, you’ll call me and ask. Got it?”

She nods, and when I arch my brow, she offers a small, excited smile, her hips shifting as she says, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now…” I drag the brush—probably some kind of makeup brush that’s wide and flat—over her sternum. “I believe I said I wanted to suck on these pretty little nipples.” I spend a few seconds sweeping the brush over each of them. “What do you think of that?”

She’s already whimpering, and I fucking love it.

“And when you want to come, what are you going to do?”

“Ask.”

“That’s my perfect girl.” I bend, closing my mouth around her nipple, her skin cold and clammy and oh-so perfect against my tongue. She smells of sunscreen and tastes of salt, and her hips buck up off the bed. “No, no. Stay still.”

“I can’t,” she moans, and I move to her other breast, flicking at her nipple with my tongue before sucking on it.

After a moment, I lift my head, telling her, “You can, and you will.”

She tries to settle down, but I can feel the electricity simmering under her skin. A live wire.

“Please, Ian.”

“What, baby?” I skim her side with the brush. “What do you want?”

“Make me come.”

I continue caressing her ribs and waist as I hum around her other nipple. “That’s not how you ask.”

She squirms, and it’s near impossible for me to ignore the heat of her pussy with every absent lift of her hips. She continuously fists and unfists the sheet, so close to coming, it makes my own skin break out in a sweat.

“Please, please, please,” she moans. “Can I come?”

“Already?”

When I bite the underside of her breast, she nearly screams, body completely restless.

“You’re not doing a very good job of keeping still. I don’t think I should let you come.”

“Ian!”

“Yes, baby?”

“Please, can I come?”

I give her nipple one more long suck as I swipe the brush back and forth across the other before straightening, watching as her body flushes red. “Come, baby. Come for me.”

She shakes and groans and falls over the edge with complete abandon and utter beauty.

I palm the soft and wet skin between her legs as she settles down from the aftershocks.

Still, I draw the brush over her body, write my name across her stomach, spend a minute going over her tattoo, even make a little heart over her real one.

I’m a fucking child.

A love-sick puppy.

And yet, I stay here, captivated by the woman who has no idea she’s tattooed my own heart with her name.

“Let’s try that again, hm?” I slide my hand around her thigh, pushing it open farther. “Keep them like this.” When I swipe the brush up and down the length of her pussy, she shudders. “Don’t move.”

She freezes immediately, save for her fingers clutching the sheet tighter and the rapid rise and fall of her stomach when she breathes.

I continue to brush along her slit, as gently as possible.

I know the barely there touch is working as her legs begin to tense and tremble.

She’s trying so hard to be good and still for me, doing what I want, and it makes me hard.

I reward her by sliding my middle finger down the wet seam of her flesh, parting it to reveal her clit. Then I brush the tender, swollen bud.

Nicole gasps. “Oh my god.”

“Feel good?”

“Never felt…” She shivers. “Anything like it.”

I turn my wrist and crook my finger, giving love to the tender, swollen spot inside her.

All of her is tender.

All of her is swollen.

And pleading.

And shivering.

And glistening with sweat, even though her skin is cool to the touch.

She is completely under my control, and I can’t help but take a moment to kiss her, licking my gratitude into her mouth.

With every stroke of the brush, she climbs higher and higher, her cries growing louder, and I watch in pleased satisfaction, my cock tenting my swim trunks.

Maybe next time, I’ll climb over her and put it in her mouth, but not today. Today, she needs to learn what it means to be mine.

Her arms and legs start moving, forgetting about the position I want her in, and I can tell I’m losing her. Before I’m able to give her any other direction, the telltale pulsing of her inner walls gives way, and she orgasms without asking.

I immediately step away from her. No matter how much it pains me—her wetness all over my fingers and the brush still in my right hand, fisted at my side.

When she recognizes what’s happened, her eyes fly open, and I cluck my tongue. “You didn’t ask.”

She licks her lips. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

“Is it… Are we done?”

I nod, and she wrenches upright, not bothering to cover up. “What? No.”

My chuckle is gruff. Like it’s been through a cheese grater. “You aren’t in charge.”

She darts her gaze around as if she can find help.

I offer her a reprieve and kiss her mouth. “We’ll try this again another day, but we’re done for now.”

“What about?—”

“And later,” I say, nibbling on her earlobe, “you will call me while you’re touching yourself, and you’ll ask me to come.”

“But—”

“I know. It won’t be as good as when you’re with me. But that’s part of your punishment.”

She heaves a sigh even as she reaches for me, and I help her get dressed, ignoring my hard-on still raging and begging for attention.

But more than that, my heart kicks around my chest as I walk her downstairs and kiss her goodbye before she gets into her car to drive home. Drive away from me.

Fuck. I’m toast.