She gasped. Her whole body tensed. Her toes curled. She jerked and writhed to get closer to him. As her cheeks flushed and her need ramped up, she grabbed the restraints and cried his name. She was sexy as hell to watch.
When he sucked her clit again, he was thrilled to find it harder.
“Trees…”
“You close?” He knew she was. When he fitted a pair of his big fingers inside her, her pussy tightened in little warning pulses.
“Yes,” she gasped out.
“Good. There’s some honesty.” He licked her again, reveling in her harsh breaths, her tension, her body stretching and straining for that one last touch that would put her over the edge.
He backed away.
“No!” Her voice was sharp, something between a demand and a whine.
“Want that orgasm, honey? I’ll bet you do.” He licked his lips, moaning at the taste of her. He was gratified when her stare followed his tongue and her eyes darkened. He started petting her mound again, dragging his finger between her folds and over her labia, completely avoiding her needy clit. “I’ll bet you’re aching for me to put my mouth all over that pretty little pussy and suck you. While I do that, I’ll settle my fingers inside you, fill you up, and rub you just right…”
She whimpered, her body quaking from head to toe. “Please…”
“You beg so sweetly.” He kissed her inner thigh, teasing and nipping his way close to her clit. “But I can’t since you’d rather plead with me than be honest.”
She whimpered in response. “Trees…”
He cupped her mound as he stood slowly and kissed his way up her body. He stopped at her turgid nipples stabbing the air, latching on in strong drags. He strummed her clit with his thumb again. Just once. That was all it took before her body ratcheted up, vibrating with undeniable need once more.
Then he kissed the rest of his way up her body, settling his lips just against her ear. “Tell me why you voluntarily left my house with Victor that morning.”
“I didn’t have a choice,” she sobbed. “Please!”
Bullshit. “Why? He didn’t force you. My security camera captured you walking to his truck and getting in of your own free will. But you made it down here to my panic room. I know you did because two of my guns are missing off the wall.”
“I have them,” she vowed.
“I know. I took them back. What I want to know is why the fuck you left with him when you’d made it safely down to the panic room and you were armed?”
“You do not understand Victor.”
“Make me understand.”
Her exhalation trembled. “He was going to do things…”
Now they were getting somewhere. “Like what?”
“Trees…”
She always implored him in just that tone when he was digging too close to a truth she wanted to bury. Time to show her the real power of this punishment.
“Not going to tell me?”
“You will only get angry, and it changes nothing. Please.” Tears clung to the long, upswept curl of her lashes.
With one hand, he tortured her clit in slow, lazy circles. With the other, he took hold of her chin and leaned close, getting right in her face. “You never keep things from me because you think you have to protect me or my feelings. I’ll deal with the fallout from whatever you say. That’s my responsibility, not yours.”
“It is not that simple,” she managed to gasp out between jerks of her hips, her silent, involuntary begging for more of his touch.
“It’s exactly that simple.” And Trees got the distinct impression that whatever she refused to admit…she’d done it not for her own selfish desires or even to protect her family. She’d done it for him.
Why?
God, he hoped it was because she fucking cared about him. She must, at least a little…right?
Don’t get ahead of yourself, buddy.
“Tell me why you left with him,” he demanded.
“I-I wasn’t thinking.”
“Bull-fucking-shit. You’re always thinking. From the moment we met, you’ve proven that you’re constantly looking at your situation and finding ways to finagle it to your benefit. You wanted to escape me. You wanted to save your family. You wanted to keep your distance… You always have your reasons. What did you hope to achieve that morning?”
She pressed her lips together. “Do not make me say it.”
What the fuck was she trying so desperately to avoid admitting? Trees didn’t think it was her feelings for Victor. If falling for the asshole was her big sin, she would have already said it. In fact, she would have flung it in his face, like she’d done in La Pesca. But this was something else…
And he knew how to get it out of her.
“All right. Let me know when you’re ready to tell me.” He backed away and rolled across the room on the little stool. Bracing his elbow on the desk, he tried to ignore his angry cock throbbing in protest and pulled out his phone. Then he launched a game app and did his fucking best to focus on winning the medieval battle, not staring at the naked beauty with the haunted eyes and pouting pussy less than six feet from him.
“Trees.”
“What?”
“Why do you insist on this torture? Why not accept that I am no good for you and turn me loose?”
He’d answered those questions, and he wasn’t about to let her change the subject. Besides, he wanted her to understand his frustration. Well, as much as she could. No, she didn’t have a cock hard enough to pound nails, but he doubted she’d much like being misdirected and lied to.