Bought (His For A Week)

She wasn’t happy with the situation. Consequently, she wasn’t happy with him. He got to run the show, and she didn’t like that. Probably resented him for it. He could see her searching her mind for a card to play, but a

ll the high cards were in his hand. She saw that, but she wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

“Are you suggesting you’re not going to honor your safety word?”

“I said before I would. It’s dangerous playing without one.”

“So there is BDSM behind curtain number three.”

“How badly do you need to talk to Sam?”

She huffed. “Can I have a minute to think about it?”

“Sure. But the towel comes off while you think.”

Her anger flared twofold. She was probably cursing him in her head right now. It didn’t bother him that she did. It intrigued him. While it was messed up that the Scarlet Auction had taken her cellphone, he wasn’t a nice enough guy not to use that to his advantage. Especially since she had lied about who Sam was, telling him some bullshit about Sam formerly being a man but was now a female friend, one who worried about her.

Stephens, who handled special projects for him in the States, had found out that Samuel Green was the editor of the San Francisco Tribune and married with two kids.

“I haven’t had a chance to do anything for you yet,” she said, rising to her feet.

His cock perked. “Such as?”

She took a step toward him. “How about I get the cellphone if I suck you off?”

Fuck. It was a tempting offer, but was she really hoping to do that? He had thought about sliding his cock into that hot mouth of hers multiple times.

“You want to give me a blow job?” he tested.

“Don’t I get to touch you?”

His whole body tensed, screaming for the prospect. She took another step forward, doing her best to look and sound sultry. She didn’t have to play the seductress, however. He had been willing to fuck her the day he saw her.

“I assume you’ve had a blow job before?” she inquired.

He laughed. Over a hundred easily. “You any good?”

“Sure. At least, I’ve never failed to get a guy off. You’re not...shy...are you?”

Was she challenging him? He decided to press back. “So you’d rather suck my cock than see what’s behind curtain number three?”

“I thought, since you’ve already gotten me to come, it was your turn.”

He smirked. “How do you know curtain number three doesn’t already involve deepthroating?”

At that, her little attempt to seduce him faltered. Most guys would probably have taken the blow job by now, but what he had in mind was so much better than a quick crotch sneeze.

“It’s curtain number three or nothing, pet. But don’t worry. You’ll still have the chance to blow me.”

She seethed for a few seconds before lifting her chin. “I’ll agree to curtain number three if there’s no penetration.”

She was trying to dictate the terms? He assessed her stubbornly set jaw. As much as he disliked Jake, he had to agree that setting the expectations correctly at the beginning mattered. Otherwise, he could see this one making several attempts to top from the bottom.

He could see himself being a total jerk and making penetration a requisite for getting the cellphone, but he was intrigued by the challenge. Could he go the length of a session without burying his cock in her?

His body objected, his cock stretching the confines of his pants in protest. But, for now, his mind still held control. He had to prove to himself that he didn’t want her that badly, no matter how blue his balls got.

A corner of his mouth curled. “No penetration. Just know, however, that when you beg for it, you won’t get it. Because that’s what we agreed to.”