Page 63 of False Promises

My traitorous dick wanted to play.

I didn’t. We needed to talk. This couldn’t wait anymore. All the unsaid was eating me up inside. I hated unresolved issues.

“Carter, is that you? Please. Help me. You can’t keep me like this. Uncuff me.”

I cleared my throat. “I’m back,” I said.

“I’m glad it’s you. You like your gift?”

A large smile sparkled in the middle of her face.

I cleared my throat and pushed my hands into my pockets. “Sure. But I’m not in the mood to play your little games right now. Told you when you called earlier that we gotta talk. Serious stuff. We agreed we’d do it when I got home. Don’t try to distract me. It’s not working.”

“But…” Her bottom lip quivered, but she regained her composure quickly. “I thought you’d want to play. Get rid of your exhaustion. To relax and enjoy the fun time I’d planned.”

Her pout turned devilish now. Fitting her look.

And it almost—yes, almost—worked. It almost softened me. Not letting her little game get to me, I exhaled and rolled my shoulders back.

“Well, that’s not what I planned. Not interested.”

Savannah moved her legs, twisting her lower self in a slow, sexy motion.

My dick twitched. The rest of my body remained impassive.

“Changed your mind yet?” Savannah asked, breaking the war between my two very independent control centers.

“Nope. I’ll see you in a bit. Going to shower.”

She pursed her lips in a pleading attempt. “Oh. You wanna punish me? This could be fun. Roleplay and everything are powerful aphrodisiacs. Wanna try? I’ve been a bad, bad girl. Shower fast. I can’t wait to be tortured by you.”

My gaze zoned in on her plump lips, and I closed my eyes, trying to steady my jagged breathing. “You like that? Being bad?”

“I could be your sex slave. Or a hidden treasure for you to unwrap. Whatever pleases you the most. Wanna play groupie and rock star? Or teacher and student? I could wear a plaid skirt and pig tails.”

Savannah crossed her legs suggestively, rubbing herself against the Egyptian cotton sheets. She was a contrasting red temptation on the black sheets.

Now that I had seen her like this, I would never be able to unsee it. To erase it from my memory. These images would be branded on my brain forever. Savannah looked like a pornographic wet dream.

Don’t let her get to you. Be strong.

“Sex won’t work on me. Sorry.”

She stilled. “I missed you while you were gone today, Carter. I thought you’d like this. I was wrong. Let me make it up to you, okay? Name it. I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Please uncuff me first, and we can figure out what will make you happy. And help you unwind. I can give you a head in the shower. Or a lap dance. I know a place where I can book a room with a pole. Would you like that? A striptease?” She paused, her words marinating between us. “My only desire is your satisfaction. Don’t leave me hanging here.”

With cautious steps, as if I were walking on fire, I inched closer and sat by her side.

With the tip of my finger, I drew a line from her collarbone to the apex of her thighs.

Her breathing accelerated.

She spoke in a hushed voice, lust dripping with every word. “See, you like to play too. I knew you would. Thought this could be naughty. I’m so glad you changed your mind.”

“We agreed we’d talk. Seducing me won’t get you out of it. I’m not that weak.”

I pinched one hard nipple through the thin fabric of her bra.

“Yes,” Savannah cried out. “Keep doing this, Carter. I deserve to be punished.” She pushed her legs apart. “See? I’m dripping wet for you. Wanna taste how you make me feel? I’ll be your dessert.”