Page 13 of Tempting Kat (Lust & Luxury #2)

“Hmm.” I let the sound hang between us, noncommittal. “I'm the man who’s going to own every inch of you. Isn't that enough?”

“Wow, humble much?” She shifts her legs, uncrossing and recrossing them. “That tells me exactly nothing.”

I watch the movement of her thighs, the way the fishnets stretch across her skin.

“I own multiple businesses across four continents. I have more money than I could spend in ten lifetimes. I have one daughter. I collect rare wines, vintage cars, and now, apparently, mouthy bartenders with an attitude problem.”

“I'm not a fucking collectible,” she snaps, but there's a breathiness to her voice that betrays her interest.

“Everything is collectible for the right price, kitten.”

“So that's it? You're just some rich asshole who gets off on buying people?”

I chuckle, the sound dark even to my own ears. “I don't buy people, Katarina. I invest in experiences. And you're the most intriguing experience I've encountered in a very long time.”

Her legs shift again, and I notice the subtle press of her thighs together. She's turned on by this, whether she wants to admit it or not.

“Let me make a proposal,” I say, leaning forward until my face is just inches from her legs. “Have tonight with me. Just tonight. And afterward, if you want to know who I am, then you can.”

Her legs shift again, thighs pressing together. “Fine. Deal.”

“Good girl.” I let the praise hang between us for a moment. “That's really what you want, isn't it? To put a face to the man you've been thinking about while you fuck that tight cunt of yours?”

The intercom goes silent for several heartbeats, and I wonder if I've pushed too far too fast. Then her voice comes through, breathier than before.

“Yes.”

That single word sends blood rushing to my cock. I step closer to the wall, close enough that if I reached out, I could run my fingers up her thigh.

“You want to know whose tongue and dick you've been imagining while you get yourself off,” I continue, watching her legs tremble slightly. “The thrill of this—the anonymity—turns you on. But you're a stubborn, nosy little kitten who needs to know who's making you cum.”

“Fuck,” she whispers, the sound barely audible through the intercom.

“I bet you're wet right now,” I murmur, eyes fixed on where her thighs are pressed together.

“Soaking through those fishnets. I know exactly what you've been doing since last week. Spreading those thick thighs, sliding your fingers through your wet pussy, imagining what it would be like if I ate you out right here, in this gloryhole, before fucking you in it.”

“You're awfully confident for someone who's only touched my legs,” she retorts, but there's no real bite to it.

“Spread them for me, Katarina.”

The intercom goes silent again. I wait patiently, knowing that each second of hesitation is just her stubbornness battling with her desire.

Finally, slowly, her legs part. The sight of her thighs spreading makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

“Wider.”

She complies, and I can see the dampness on the fishnets at the apex of her thighs.

“Tell me what you want, Katarina,” I growl, my voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. “Do you want me to just look at that pretty pussy of yours? Or do you need something more?”

The intercom crackles with her heavy breathing before she finally answers.

“Touch me,” she whispers, then clears her throat. “I want you to touch me.”

“Where?” I press, needing to hear her say it. “Be specific, kitten. I want to hear those filthy words from that smart mouth.”

“Everywhere,” she says, her voice stronger now. “I want your hands on me.”

“And?” I lean closer, my breath ghosting over her fishnets. “What else do you want from me?”

“Your mouth,” she admits, her legs trembling slightly. “I want you to taste me.”

“Good girl,” I praise, unable to keep the hunger from my voice. “Now lift that skirt up for me. Let me see what I'm about to ruin.”

There's a moment of hesitation before I hear rustling fabric. Her skirt inches up, revealing more of those fishnet-clad thighs until I can see the damp gray panties underneath. They're tiny, barely covering her pussy, the edges cutting into the soft flesh of her hips.

“Look at you,” I murmur, eyes fixed on the wet spot darkening the center of her panties. “Soaked through already, and I haven't even touched you.”

Her thighs quiver at my words.

“There are straps on both sides,” I tell her, looking toward the leather buckles built into the wall. “I'm going to secure your legs nice and wide so you can't close them when things get too intense. Would you like that, kitten? Being spread open and helpless while I play with this pretty cunt?”

“Yes,” she breathes, the word barely audible.

“Yes, what?” I demand, my tone hardening.

She hesitates only a second. “Yes…Daddy.”

My cock jerks so violently I have to press my palm against it to maintain control. I was looking for Sir or even Mr. Gallo, but Daddy is even better. “That's it. Good fucking girl.”

I reach for the first strap, wrapping the soft leather around her right ankle and securing it to the hook on the wall. Her breathing quickens as I move to her left leg, repeating the process until both her legs are spread wide, completely at my mercy.

“Try to close them,” I command.

She attempts to bring her legs together, but the restraints hold firm. A small whimper escapes through the intercom.

“Perfect,” I murmur, running my hands up her calves, feeling the rough texture of the fishnets against my palms. “Now you're exactly where you belong. Spread open for me, unable to hide, unable to run.”

My fingers trail higher, tracing patterns on her inner thighs, deliberately avoiding where she wants me most.

“Now you're trapped,” I murmur, my fingers tracing patterns on her inner thighs. “Nowhere to go. Nothing to do but take whatever I decide to give you. Use the traffic light system. Green, yellow and red. You want me to slow down, I will. You want me to stop, I will. Do you understand me?”