Page 56 of Broken & Bound

He was standing beside me. Thankfully, he left the test in the bathroom. Sixty seconds passed, and I calculated that it probably only had thirty more from the time I pushed past him.

Our eyes locked. He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips for several seconds. I grasped the back of his head and refused to let go, kissing him deeper.

“Bella,” he breathed, breaking free. “It’s time.”

A beeping sound rang out. He had set a timer on his phone. He silenced it, and put his hand out.

“Not yet. I’m not ready.”

And then I did what any sane woman would who wanted to delay the inevitable. I yanked my shirt off, knowing it would get his attention.

“Really? Are you seriously trying to stall here?” he crooned, unable to keep his eyes from my breasts. He was obsessed with them. So much so that his hands instinctively unhooked my bra, freeing them.

“Yes, Sir. I am.”

“God, I love it when you call me that,” I growled.

“Well, I’m not calling you Daddy. At least not yet.”

“You’re such a fucking brat. Bratty girls get punished. I’m thinking this little ploy of yours—this attitude—needs correction.”

“Hmm, well, I know you’re big into that. I do occasionally like your hand across my ass. And the belt that one time—”

“Correction isn’t fun, princess. It’s meant to teach a lesson.”

“So teach me, then.”

I freed her breasts and watched them hungrily as they rose and fell with each shallow breath she took. Capturing the silky mounds in my hands, I roughly groped them, noticing they were heavier.

A throaty groan was my reward. Then she sucked in a deep breath as my fingers moved across her stiffened nipples. I flicked and teased the hard buds.

“You like that, don’t you, my dirty little princess?”

“Yes,” she cried.

“Tell me, are you wet for me? Do you ache for my cock? You can’t seem to stop pressing your thighs together? And you’re quivering,” I taunted as lust raged through me.

Her face flushed at the insinuation.

“I am wet for you, that’s true. But quivering. You make me sound desperate, which, just so you know, I’m not.”

Little liar. My fingers combed deftly through her tangles, holding her head. I tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear. My thumb once more stroked lovingly across her cheek.

I could easily cup the whole side of her face, which is what I did. She nestled against the warmth of my palm. She waited for me to speak. The steady movement of my thumb stopped.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Bellaruso. You’re looking at me like you’re desperate to be fucked. Hard.”

Her breath left her lungs in a rush, as if the air had been knocked out of her. She trembled. Her eyes trailed down my body and fixated on my hard length, pressing against my jeans.

“I won’t lie. I’m do want to feel you thrusting inside me, filling me, stretching me, but I’ll wager you want it just as much. Am I right?”

She twisted, pressing her lips into my palm. She kept her eyes glued to my face. Her body shivered in need, and her scent engulfed me.

“You’re right. But I’ll counter-wager and say you want it more.”

“Fine, I’ll bend then. I want it more. Does that make you happy, Sir?”

Her gaze dropped once more to my arousal. I leaned down and teased her mouth. Our tongues entwined. Slow and torturous, endless and wildly delicious.