“Because I want your mouth,” he explained. “Suck my dick, sweetheart.”
Catherine desperately wanted her tongue on him—she loved the taste of Dean’s cock—but she was annoyed that he wasn’t allowing her a few more minutes to play. Besides, how much fun would it be if he didn’t have to work a little for the prize?
With the single thought of making Dean as hungry for her as she wa
s for him, Catherine got to her feet and quickly sidestepped him. When he called her name, Catherine smiled and kept walking.
Dean couldn’t believe Catherine had the nerve to stand up and walk out. He could drive a nail with the rigid length of his dick, for Christ’s sake. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he asked as he went after her.
She shrugged. “I’m thirsty.”
Dean smiled as realization dawned. She wanted him to chase her, the way Mira had forced her master to go after her. “It’s going to be such a pleasure punishing you.”
He heard her laugh. In a few long strides, Dean caught up to her just as she reached the fridge. He swung her around. “As I see it, the only way to make sure you stay put is if I tie your sexy ass to my bed.”
Catherine’s emerald gaze widened. “Uh, Dean, I don’t know about this.”
“I do,” Dean whispered as he lifted her into his arms and brought her back into his bedroom. After he dropped her onto his bed, Dean held her down with one hand and got on top of her, straddling her waist. He wasn’t about to give her a chance to escape him again.
He leaned down and murmured, “Now, where were we?” His gaze took in the swollen temptation of her lips. “Oh, yeah, your pretty mouth,” he said as he dipped his head and kissed her, tasting her sweetness. Dean felt his self-control going up in smoke. Catherine lit his body on fire with her addicting flavor.
He licked her bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth, nibbling at it. She arched up and moaned, as if ready to plead for him to fuck her. Dean wanted to. Hard. Slow. Both. She would give it to him; he knew it in his bones. Instead, he looked around for something to tie her down with and spotted the belt from his robe hanging off the edge of the bed. He picked it up and wrapped the silk securely over her wrists before tying it to the headboard.
“Dean,” she said with a hint of fear in her voice, and her big green eyes were eating him up.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Catherine,” he said with a smile. “I gave you a specific order, and you chose to ignore it.”
With Catherine’s arms tied above her head and her body all sprawled out and naked for him, Dean knew he’d never seen anything hotter in his life.
She wiggled her hands, testing the knot, and pouted. “I can’t touch you like this. Release me.”
“Not quite yet. I sort of like you at my mercy, sweetheart.”
“Well, I don’t like this game anymore,” she muttered.
“You love my games,” he whispered. “Give it a chance.”
She turned her head away, refusing to speak.
He took hold of her chin and forced her to look at him. “Catherine, I’ll release you if it’s really want you want,” he reassured her. “Is it?”
She appeared to mull that over before tentatively replying, “I’m willing to try, I suppose. But I don’t like that I can’t touch you.”
He stroked his thumb over her lower lip. “You’re so stubborn and incredibly sexy and you’re all mine, every part of you. Trust me to make you feel good.”
“Dean,” she moaned, “I can’t think with you on top of me.”
His body hummed to life at her words. “Mmm, I love feeling your soft curves under me. You make me so fucking hard, Catherine. I want to be buried inside your tight pussy right now.” Dean spread himself out over her, covering her body with his and pinning her to the mattress. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to be with like this,” he told her. “The only woman I’ve ever made hot chocolate for. And the only woman I’ve ever sketched. No other could ever compare to you, Catherine.”
“Oh, Dean,” she whispered, “when you say things like that I fall in love all over again.”
He smoothed his fingers over the swell of her left breast and then moved to her rib cage. A finger dipped into her belly button, and he took a moment to play with the ring he found there. “I need to buy you some jewelry so you can have a different one for every day of the year.”
Catherine arched upward. “I can barely stand it, Dean. I feel like I’m burning up inside.”
“I’ve dreamed of having you like this.”
“Then take me, Dean. Make love to me,” she begged.