Bought (His For A Week)

“Jesus,” she pleaded.

“Does my pet want to come?”

Her left hand gripped the seat belt. She looked as if she were bracing for a steep descent off the top of a roller coast. He wanted to see her fall into pieces.

“Does she?” he asked.

“...un-hunh...” she whimpered.

“Then ask permission.”

“M-May I come?”

“Please.”

“P-Please may I come?”

He returned his gaze to the window because he had just pulled up in front of the cabin. He pulled his hand out of her shorts. “You may. Later.”

She looked confused. “Wha...?”

He shut off the engine, grabbed the keys, and opened his door. “Maybe next time you’ll obey my orders a little faster.”

Her expression went from shock to anger. Her glare told him he was a bigger jerk than she had thought. He got out of the car and adjusted his crotch.

Learning the hard way wasn’t fun, but it was more effective. And since they only had a week—correction, six days—he didn’t have time to piss around with being too gentle and nurturing. He had gone over twenty-four hours in her company, seeing her naked, feeling her body, watching her come. It was finally going to be his turn.

CHAPTER SIX

When Ben opened the passenger-side door, Kimani didn’t want to get out. She wanted to stay in the Jeep and have him finish what he had been doing.

How could he be so nice one minute, buying her clothes and taking her to tea, and be such a jerk the next?

“Come on,” he said, holding all the bags from their shopping excursion.

“I need a minute to compose myself,” she responded through gritted teeth.

He gave a her a stern look. “You haven’t learned your lesson on compliance yet?”

She had a childish impulse to grab those fancy Louis Vuitton shades off his face and crumple them to pieces. With a huff, she zipped and buttoned her shorts, then got out of the car.

I did not sign up for this.

Yes, you did.

She shook her head at the devil’s advocate inside of her. Right now she was too upset for rational thought. Her body still vibrated from arousal, still craved the promise of a more intense orgasm. Based on how quickly the tension had mounted inside her and how his caress had sent waves of pleasure throughout her, she had expected his statement about a full bladder to prove true for her.

But now she wouldn’t get to find out.

He nodded toward the cabin, indicating she should go first, almost as if he intended to be chivalrous. But he was far from chivalrous, making her walk into the cabin to face all the others in her current state.

“Don’t you need to use the bathroom?” he asked when she didn’t move.

She searched for his eyes behind his shades and found them. “Fuck you.”

He looked amused. For a second. The next, his hand was curled around the back of her neck, pulling her head toward him. The jerk had moves as swift as Jet Li.

“That’s going to cost you, pet.”