“Yeah?”
His eyes were on my face now. On my lips.
“He… likes me.”
Now he was looking at me. Paying attention. He looked disturbed.
“I stay away from him as much as I can. I know if he and Mason got into a fight, he’d do something nuts. He scares the shit out of me.”
“He should.”
I swallowed and reached for the cards.
“Stakes?”
“That’s it?”
I nodded stubbornly. He exhaled and shook his head at me.
“That wasn’t really enough to satisfy me, honey.”
“Fine. Name your prize.”
He smiled slowly, his eyes on my panties again.
“Don’t even think about it!”
He shook his head slowly, like he was disappointed. Then he stood up and grabbed his jacket. I stared as he pulled my battered old romance novel out and held it up.
“How about a bed time story?”
“What?”
“How about a bedtime story instead? I think we’ve had enough cards for the night.”
Considering I had almost hardly any clothes left to lose, it wasn’t a bad idea. I yawned and nodded. He was being strangely magnanimous. I knew he’d expected me to tell him more about Dante.
“Okay.”
“I want a reenactment.”
“A what?”
He smiled and held the book up.
“I read. You reenact.”
I swallowed and stared at him. That book was… dirty. It was about a master and a sub. It was about stuff I knew nothing about, not really.
Even if I had read the damn book a bunch of times.
I stared at him as he flipped through and started reading.
Connor
“Jasmine assumed the position.”
I cleared my throat. Casey was staring at me, bright red on her pretty cheeks. She looked outraged.
She also looked curious. More than a little bit. She hadn’t told me to go to hell.
Not yet anyway.
What the fuck are you doing, Conn? Just fuck her already. That’s what you want to do. Fuck her so hard the walls come crashing down around you.
I shook my head as if to clear it. Shut up Danny. You are not helping.
Stop playing games. You’re going to lose your job over this anyway. Maybe more. Because Mason is going to fucking kill you. You might as well get a taste of her- just a taste-
Danny was right. I might as well-
No. No no no.
I cleared my throat again.
“Jasmine knelt in front of her master, her back straight and her eyes demurely lowered.”
I rested the book on my lap and looked at Casey expectantly. Like I knew what I was doing. Like I wasn’t playing with fucking fire.
“I’m waiting.”
“You want me to- to kneel?”
She looked so uncertain. I smiled at her, my eyes on her collarbone. Skin shouldn’t look so touchable. The girl practically glowed.
“It’s your book.”
“It’s my friends- Daphne. She loaned it to me-“
I shook my head.
“You don’t have any friends. Now, unless you want to take off another piece of clothing…”
She exhaled shakily and I felt like a bastard. For exactly two seconds. Because after those two seconds she walked over to me and started lowering herself to her knees.
Oh my fucking Christ.
“Closer.”
Her eyes darted up and she swallowed. Then she moved in. Right between my thighs.
Her eyes were on the floor as she knelt there, waiting.
I picked up the book again, my heart pulsing all the blood in my body to my engorged cock. I was doing this to myself.
“Her lips were open and waiting for her master’s touch. Her thighs sweetly parted.”
I skimmed ahead. Jesus, who wrote this shit? It was fucking filthy. I wasn’t going to be able to read much more without crossing the line.
All the lines.
“She put her head on her master’s thigh and begged him to allow her to pleasure him. With a groan he agreed.”
My mouth was dry as Casey hesitated and rested her cheek on my thigh. She didn’t beg though. She didn’t have to.
I could have had her right then and there. On the floor. On the chair. I closed the book, my voice low and rough.
“She had been a good girl. His pleasure was her reward.”
My hand reached out and stroked her hair away from her face. Her eyes were closed. She was trembling slightly. I groaned as I realized her lips were open. Her thighs too.
Just like in the book.
I scooped her up and held her in my arms. For a heartbeat, I just stared at her, so ready to carry her up the stairs to my bed.
Instead I lowered her to the couch and leaned over her, my lips hovering just above hers.
Her breath came in little gasps, like a tiny bunny. I was struggling to control myself. To stop myself from doing something bad.
Something bad that would feel way too good.
We stared into each other’s eyes, neither of us moving.
Well, I was moving. Just one hand. Reaching… lower… wrapping my fingers around the silky leg of her calf…
Her eyes widened as I snapped the cuff back into place.
Cassandra
‘EAT ME.’
I stared at the note propped up on the coffee table. It leaned against a bagel. I could smell coffee brewing in the kitchen.