I stare him down, not liking his double meaning. “She does not know about my tastes. She won’t.” I can’t pull my eyes off his. “What? What’s that look for? You know something I don’t?”
“Calm down, Romeo. I’m just saying, Hazel’s always been an old soul. She may be shocked to hear you’re fucking her bestie, but maybe in time, she’ll understand.”
Violet
I should just drop the class. Not that Jim isn’t going to fail me anyway. I blow off Friday’s psych lecture and hug Hazel good-bye, telling her I’ll see her on Sunday. She shoos me off, saying she’ll be fine and will enjoy some quiet time to catch up on reading. I’m hesitant to leave. She seems off, and I can sense that something’s changed in her. But she’s a locked box. A part of me worries she’ll go home, but Heath eased my worry by telling Hazel he’d be out of town on a business trip so she wouldn’t attempt to visit.
By the time I arrive at the station, my nerves are shot. I’m excited and anxious. I fix my hair a million times. This will be the first time we’ve been alone without feeling like we’re about to get caught. And for the next forty-eight hours, I have him all to myself.
“Missed you, naughty girl,” he says low as he grabs my bag, and we walk to his car. We’re friendly with each other until we’re pulling out of the lot. He reaches over to my thigh, his thumb grazing my sex. “You hungry? Want to grab some dinner?”
I’m not really sure what the right call is. Are we able to be seen in public together? Will people ask questions? What if someone he knows recognizes him? The worry of us being seen puts a damper on my mood. “Wanna just order in?” I reply.
He sees the strain in my eyes, but nods, agreeing. “Sure thing.”
We stay quiet the rest of the way until we pull up to his large estate and park next to one of his many luxury cars. Grabbing my bag, he escorts me into the house. It’s strange to be here without Hazel, but I quickly push that feeling aside.
“What does my girl feel like eating? I’ll order anything and everything. Just name it.” I love how chivalrous he’s being. Different than the ruthless sex god.
“Would I be lame if I said pizza would be fine?” His lip curls into that knowing smile.
“Not at all. I love what pizza does to you, so pizza it is.” He drops my bag on the counter, loosens his tie, and pulls out his phone to order. While he’s occupied, I roam the house. I walk past his office, remembering the last time I was in there. It also has me anticipating being back in his bed.
Heath gets held up on a business call, and by the time he’s off, the pizza’s here. He sets up a cozy sitting place on the floor in the entertainment room, and I shamelessly gobble everything up.
“That was…”
“Delicious. Savino’s is the best.” He dabs at his lips, then jumps up off the floor and grabs the empty plates and pizza box, discarding them in the kitchen. When he comes back, the butterflies in my stomach start to take flight. The easy-going smile on his face is a rarity. But it’s not until he claims my hand and walks us up to his bedroom that my nerves start to unravel.
His room is exactly how I remember. Dark and mysterious. The gigantic bed covered in rich, black satin sheets is a reminder of just how wicked Heath can be. He walks me over to the bottom of the bed, then stops in front of me, inspecting my appearance. “I’ve been a patient man, waiting for this moment. To be alone with you. No restrictions. I’m not a nice man, so this is your only warning. If you want to leave this room, I’ll let you, but once I have you naked and restrained, there’s no getting out. Do you understand, Violet?”
My legs quiver. A pool of moisture builds between my thighs. “I want this,” I say, a little tremble in my voice. He doesn’t mistake it for nerves, though. He takes it for exactly what it is: excitement, lust, need.
“How bad do you ache for me, naughty girl?” he asks, sliding the spaghetti strap of my flowy tank top off my shoulder.
“Bad, Daddy,” I whisper as he removes my other strap. My shirt falls to the floor, leaving me in my lace bra.
“That’s what I want to hear. I’ve been holding back on you—my needs—the dark cravings I have. Tonight, I’m going to introduce you to a whole new way to feel pleasure. Are you okay with that?”
My nipples pebble and my remaining clothes feel too heavy. “Yes.”
The satisfaction burning in his eyes tells me he’s about to take me on the biggest roller coaster of my life.
“Good. I’ll be right back. I want you undressed and on my bed by the time I return.” When he disappears into his walk-in closet, I obey and climb onto the bed as he re-enters the room. “God, you’re beautiful,” he praises. My eyes take in the items in his hand, and my breath hitches.
“What is that?” I ask, wishing my voice wasn’t so shaky.
“You’re about to find out. Turn around and get on your knees. Face the head of the bed.” I inhale a deep breath, trying to control my rapid heartbeat, and do as he says. When I’m in the doggie-style position, cold metal wraps around my ankles. I cock my head back to see him locking cuffs around each ankle.
“What—?”
“So curious, aren’t you?” Another lock. Something attaches in between, and I realize it’s a spreader of some kind. “This is to make sure you never deny me. No matter how much pain or pleasure I give you, you won’t ever close yourself off to me. This cunt is mine. Wide-open and beautiful.” He flicks my clit, and I stifle out a moan. He drops his mouth between my thighs and takes his tongue to my center from behind, his nose nuzzling at my puckered hole. That intimate place is foreign to me, but the way he presses his face against my hole, I can’t fight the tremble that shoots through me.
“You like that, naughty girl?” He laps at my pussy, and I scream when he bites my inner thigh.
“Yes,” I moan, wiggling my butt in his face. He takes that as approval and goes to town, eating me like a starved man, lapping at the wetness he’s creating. “Oh, fuck. More, Daddy, I want more.”
His nails dig into my ass cheeks, and he spreads them wide, using his tongue to caress my tight hole. My body becomes not my own as I pant heavily, and I thrash when something thick and cold presses at the entrance of my sex. “Oh, Jesus…” I almost lose my balance as he pushes an unexpected object inside me.
“How does that feel?” he asks, but I’m mute. I can’t focus on words when all I want is for him to fuck me. “Answer me, or I stop.” Fuck!
“I don’t know. It’s cold. And wide. So fucking wide.” I pant as he shoves it back inside me. “It’s….” My mind is about to explode. I back up into him. It becomes too much, and I attempt to close my legs, forgetting I can’t. “Please…harder,” I beg. He turns the device on, sending my body into overdrive. The vibrations have me screaming, pumping my ass back and forth, riding the sex toy like it’s his cock.
“This isn’t even a fraction of the size of my cock, naughty girl. You sure you’re going to be able to handle it when my cock takes your ass?”
“I can’t…I can’t…” I’m going to explode, and I can’t…