Oh, this is too good.
My insides are molten jello. My heart's beating so fast I feel like it'll break free, and I realize, oh shit, I like that he's jealous.
I want him to be jealous.
He's still holding my panties.
"Give those back," I tell him, softly. "Please."
His eyes are very dark. His lips, inches from mine.
"No," he whispers.
I smell the whiskey on his breath. He's probably been in the hotel bar this whole time, nursing his hurt ego. Imagining all the naughty things I've been getting up to at the party.
Oh, this is rich. I feel giddy. Alive.
Aroused.
Licking my lips, I make a move for the panties, but he feints to the side. Holding them above his head, he steps back from me.
There's a hint of a wicked smile, but it's not quite coming to life.
"Give," I insist, going after him, but he's a little too quick for me. He slides out of reach, prowling around the bed to the far corner.
Instead of chasing him, I take the shortest distance between two points. Which naturally means crawling across the bed to reach him.
His eyes narrow, and he takes in a sharp breath as I traverse the mattress. When I reach the other side, I make a lunge for him, but he dodges expertly and I land on the floor in a heap.
"Shit." He's kneeling on the floor next to me, brushing the hair from my eyes as I squirm. "Are you okay?"
Adrian's eyes fill with concern, and I make a small noise, scrunching my face up in mock pain.
"Shit," he says again, forgetting about the panties. Lowering his hand within reach.
Swift as a striking snake, I grab the panties and jump to my feet. With another curse, he goes after me, stumbling over a pair of his own shoes, but still reaching the connecting door at the exact same moment I do. Blocking it with his body.
"Bitch," he growls.
I grin, holding the panties behind my back.
"This door's locked, remember?" he points out, with a wicked glint in his eyes.
Oh, fuck.
We both run for the main door, but he beats me again, flattening against it and smirking his triumph.
"You're not getting out of this room with those," he informs me, slightly breathless.
"Why?" I'm laughing. It's impossible not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, even as my body aches to pounce on him and fuck him senseless.
"Because I said so." He's smirking. "Because what I say goes."
Oh, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He's using a Dirk line on me.
That rat bastard.
"I don't remember Dirk stealing panties," I tell him, ignoring the slick wetness between my thighs. So very noticeable, now that my panties are in my hand instead of where they belong.
"It was cut from the final draft." He stands up straighter, leaning towards me. His hand snaking around my body. I pretend like I don't notice what he's doing, but of course I do.
At the last moment, I take a step back. He's left briefly unbalanced, but recovers quickly.
"Just give them to me," he says, in that persuasive tone I've heard him use with his peers. "They're mine, anyway. I paid for them."
"Possession is nine-tenths of the law," I tell him, stepping backwards again.
"That's not even close to true," he says.
I take another step, and I realize I'm very close to the wall. In a moment, I'll be caged in.
"Give," he whispers.
"No," I whisper back, flattening against the wall. My hands, and the panties, are still behind my back.
"You know what happens when you tell a man like me 'no?'"
It's not a Dirk line, but it should be. My whole body is thrumming with anticipation, and I don't even spare a thought for why the fuck he's suddenly so interested in me.
And my panties.
"I'm guessing…" My voice sounds husky, dripping sex, and I can't control it. "…punishment?"
"That's right." His lips curve into a smile that makes me quiver. "Tell me, Meghan - did anybody give you your birthday spanking this year?"
My heart's jackhammering in my chest. Dirk gave Amanda a birthday spanking once, and she did so enjoy it. Me? I've never been spanked, to my memory. Not for any reason, punishment or otherwise. But I've thought about it.
Oh yeah, I've thought about it.
"One more chance." He raises a finger, in indicate the number. But all I can think about is that finger sinking inside me.
Shit, I am too far gone.
"Give me a million more chances," I tell him. "You still can't have them. They're mine."
With a snarl, he grabs my arm and yanks me forward. During our little game, I almost forgot how easily he could overpower me. Dragging me over to the sofa by the TV, he sits down, knees splayed, finally letting go of me. He pats his thigh, looking up at me with an expression that allows no refusal.
I swallow hard.
"Like this?" I whisper.
It seems so intimate. I'd rather he bend me over a table, even if that's a significantly less flattering position.
"Like this." His eyes are like tempered steel. "Come on. You had your chance."
Squeezing my eyes shut, I drape myself across his lap. I can feel him, hard as a rock, twitching against my belly. God, I just want him to fuck me.
I've still got my panties clutched in my hand, but for the moment, he seems to have forgotten about them. He pulls my skirt up over my waist, and I'm trembling. What if the reality of how I look under my clothes doesn't live up to his fantasy?
Judging by the sharp intake of breath, I haven't disappointed him. His fingers caress gently, but only for a moment.
At the first smack of his palm, I cry out. I can't help it. The feeling is so intense, so perfect, and my core quivers and aches. I've never been so turned on in my life.
"Shh," he whispers. He grabs the panties, but I don't let go. "Do I have to gag you with these?"
I shake my head.
He spanks me again, and again, and again. I squirm and whimper, staying as quiet as I can, and I dimly hear him groan and curse as I unwittingly rub my body against his cock.
Six. I count six. He still owes me twenty more.
How on earth will I survive? I already feel like I'm about to explode in a cloud of lust.
Growling, he shoves his hand between my legs, dipping his fingers into my wetness. I buck and moan, my body loving the intrusion.
"Fuck," he hisses. "Get up."
I manage to stand, on shaky legs. Staring at him, cheeks burning, my skirt lazily falling down to cover me. He's jumping to his feet a moment later, fumbling with his zipper. I watch him take it out - I didn't get a good look in the pool. It's exactly as long and thick as it felt, curving upwards slightly, glistening with precum. My mouth is watering.