Page 27 of Strange Seduction (Strange #2)

Sweetness?? : Still hurts a little.

I ran a hand over my mouth and bit back a groan. My belt suddenly felt like a noose. She knew I couldn’t touch her until later, and she was using it as punishment.

Maybe I deserved it.

Buzz.

This one?

This one was full frontal. No shirt. No hiding. Just her, sprawled across the bathroom counter like a fucking goddess. I could see the hickey I left under her collarbone. The one on her hip. My nail marks dug into her thighs. And all those pretty piercings.

Fuck the meeting.

I called her.

Carmen (sweet, smug): Yes, baby?

Theo: Why are you doing this to me?

Carmen: Because you left so early this morning.

I knew you missed me, and I wanted to help.

Theo: This ain’t helping.

I’m hard as fuck and stuck in a suit.

She giggled.

Carmen: Aw. Poor Teddy.

Theo: Poor Teddy, huh?

Wait till I get back.

Carmen: I already am.

Then she hung up.

I took a deep breath and knocked back a bottle of water like it could do anything about the fire between my legs.

Two minutes later, I was in the conference room, nodding through a presentation about limestone finishes, but all I could think about was Carmen’s thighs, the way she looked moaning my name, and how good it would feel to get home and ruin her for sending those pictures.

˙???˙

Music poured out of the room the second I stepped into the penthouse— “Top Tier” by Jada Kingdom . I could already smell vanilla and cherries and something sweet I couldn’t name. My tie was half undone when I turned the corner and—

Jesus Christ.

She was standing dead center in the room, hat tipped forward, boots on, a little suede crop top barely covering her titties, and denim cutoffs that made my mouth dry. She had two long, perfect braids hanging over her chest and a fucking whip looped on her hip.

Where the fuck did she even get that from?

My jaw clenched. “Christ, Amore mio . Is this all for me?”

She didn’t say a word—just nodded once, then crooked her index finger to beckon me closer.

Fuck me.

I stepped forward, working the buttons of my shirt, already imagining how I was gonna lay her out. But her hand shot up and stopped me just before I could shrug it off.

“You’re not allowed to use your hands right now,” she commanded softly.

I froze. My brow shot up. “At all?”

She shook her head. Her lips curled into the kind of smirk that meant she’d been planning this all damn day.

She walked around me like a lioness. One hand brushed my chest, the other trailed down to my belt.

My pulse jumped. She moved slowly, eyes eating me alive as she popped each button of my shirt, one at a time.

She was taking her damn time on purpose.

“Sweetness…”

“Shh,” Carmen cooed. “Good boys don’t talk unless spoken to.”

I bit my tongue and clenched my fists at my sides. She peeled the shirt off my shoulders and dragged her nails down my chest. Goosebumps popped up instantly. I swore under my breath.

She dropped to her knees, unhooking my belt and unzipping me like she was unwrapping a gift. Then, she gripped the waistband of my pants and dragged them down with agonizing patience.

The second she palmed me through my boxers, my breath hitched. She looked up, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’ve been real patient, Teddy. You want a reward?”

My throat was dry. “You already know the answer to that.”

She smiled sweetly and filthily, then tugged my boxers down. With. Her. Teeth.

This .

This is why no matter how many years pass or how many miles apart. I will never . Ever. Leave Carmen Reyes alone.

She licked the tip of me just slow enough to make me twitch.

I didn’t even try to hide the moan.

My hands hovered in the air, useless and aching to touch her. But I didn’t dare.

Not yet.

I didn’t want this game to end. She pulled back, licking her lips, then stood up and pressed her body against mine.

“Good boys get to touch. Bad boys get tied up.”

I grinned, teeth bared. “What do I have to do to be good?”

“Good boys don’t talk unless spoken to. So what does that make you?”

I answered without hesitation. “Bad.”

She smirked, clearly pleased, then gave my chest a firm little shove that sent me back into the nearest chair.

“Good. Stay right there.”

She reached for the whip looped at her hip and stepped behind me. I felt her tug my arms back, firm but gentle, looping the leather around my wrists. Her braid brushed my neck as she leaned in to secure the knot.

“Let me know if it’s too tight.”

“Tighter.” I requested.

She chuckled, then walked around and sank to her knees between my legs.

Her eyes met mine as fingers ghosted along my thighs. Every brush of her hand and every flick of her nails made me twitch.

When she finally had me in her mouth, I nearly lost it.

Warm.

Wet.

Unrelenting.

And she never broke eye contact.

It was punishment and worship at once—her mouth dragging slow, obscene strokes that made my hips buck. One hand gripped my thigh while the other massaged my balls, and it was driving me crazy. But I couldn’t touch. Couldn’t even speak.

With that damn whip holding my hands behind the chair, I clenched my fists and groaned against the air.

Then she pulled back, lips glistening.

“Wanna see my best cowgirl impression?” she whispered.

I could barely nod before she stood. Slowly, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and dragged them down, letting them fall around her boots.

Then, she picked them up and shoved the lace into my mouth, pressing two fingers to my lips like she was sealing a secret.

“Bite down. You make one sound, this ends.”

I obeyed.

She climbed into my lap, straddling me like she was made to be there, and lowered herself onto me with a moan that sent fire through my veins. My head fell back against the chair. I groaned into the fabric, wrists straining against leather.

She rode me dead slow at first. Real slow.

When she rolled her hips, I felt her clench around me, dragging a sound from my throat I couldn’t stop.

She leaned in, lips brushing my ear.

“You like when I ride you like this, don’t cha?”

My entire body jerked as an answer, and she picked up the pace, grinding down harder. I tried to hold on. Fuck, I tried.

But Carmen…she knew what she was doing.

Boots still on, sweat glistening between her breasts, she bounced faster and ruthlessly. And when she moaned my name, that was it.

I shuddered beneath her, thighs tensing, hips jerking up to meet every thrust as I shot into her. She came right after, biting down on my shoulder with a muffled gasp as her nails dug into my chest. We stayed like that for a minute, panting, and our bodies trembling.

Then she leaned back and pulled her panties from my mouth with a quick motion.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I groaned, barely able to breathe through the feeling of her wrapped around me. “This dick belongs to you, Sweetness. Everything belongs to you. Fuck. You’re amazing.”

“Tell me I’m pretty,” she whispered, her voice silky.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby.”

“And tell me you love me.”

“I love you so much, Carmen,” I said without hesitation. “I always will.”

Her fingers trailed down my chest, teasing me. “What do you want, Teddy?”

“I wanna fuck you, baby.” I was already there. “Please… please let me fuck you.”

She tilted her head, smirking.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I kinda like you begging.”

“Please, baby,” I whimpered, desperate now. “Please let me fuck you, Sweetness. I’ll do anything you want if you let me. Just—please. Please , Carmen. Please, baby…”

She leaned in, brushing her lips against my ear.

“Okay,” she murmured. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you.”

Then she pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. “What do we say?”

“Thank you, Sweetness.”

Her grin turned wicked. “Such a good boy.”

She leaned back, reached behind me, and untied the whip. I was on her in a second.

Scooping her up, I felt her legs lock around my waist—brief, fleeting contact before I threw her down onto the bed. She hit the mattress with a gasp, and I didn’t give her time to recover. I grabbed one of her legs, dragging her toward me until she flipped naturally onto her stomach.

She arched for me without a single command.

I grinned, breath thick and ragged as I lined myself up.

“Wanna see my best cowboy impression?” I teased.

I didn’t wait for an answer before I pushed myself in and started hammering.

So. Fucking. Good.

Her pigtails were practically begging for me to pull ‘em. I took them in each hand like reins, grounding myself in the rhythm of us, driving deeper with every thrust. She cried out beneath me, and I didn’t stop—not when she moaned my name, not when her fingers twisted into the sheets, not even when my own body threatened to give out from the sheer force of wanting her.

I held tight. And I rode.

“Fuckkkk,” I groaned, still holding her pigtails, my chest grazing her back as I leaned in. “You feel so good, Carmen.”

Her breath hitched, and I felt her body fluttering around me, drawing me in deeper.

“You’re perfect. You know that?” I whispered against her ear. “The way you take me…every damn time. You were built just for me, you know that?”

She whimpered beneath me, and I felt her knees tremble.

“Answer me,” I commanded. “Who were you made for?”

“You. I was made for you Teddy.”

“Damn right,” I rasped. “Look at you. So pretty. So strong. This body…your mouth, your mind—fuck, Carmen, you’re everything.”

I slowed my thrusts just enough to feel every inch of her.

“I’m yours,” I vowed. “This dick? Yours. My time? Yours. My heart?” I kissed the back of her neck. “You already own it, baby. So just take it.”

She gasped, fingers clawing at the sheets as another moan escaped her lips. Using her ponytails, I pulled her up so that her back was flat against my chest.

Wrapping one hand on her waist and the other around her neck, I used both as leverage to bury myself deeper. Her body shook, and I knew exactly what that meant.