I try to laugh it off, I really do, as I lean down to get the beer.
But I do bend over.
Sticking my ass out, I love the way he looks at me. I can feel it. He can barely contain his hungry lust.
“You said spankable,” I whisper, voice trembling.
“I did,” he allows.
“So?” I sass, looking at him over my shoulder. “What are you waiting for, playboy?”
“Not there,” he growls, rising to his feet and loosening his tie. A bead of sweat slides down his neck. “Come here.”
I rise to my feet, biting my lip and gesturing at the tie. “What if I don’t like it?” I ask. “What if I try and stop you?”
He growls from deep in his throat. “You want this?” he says, pulling the tie free and softly looping it around my hands. “Hmm, Dani? You want me to tie your hands like my little plaything, and then spank you softly, and then harder? And then, when you’re so wet you can’t stand it, fuck your pussy until it’s so hot you feel like you’re gonna explode?”
“You’re too good at that,” I pout. “Don’t make me wait. I might change my mind.”
For such a large man, he moves deftly. He ties my wrists—loosely, more for show than real restraint—and then spins me around. I bend over, loving the feeling of control when I see how much he wants me.
Over my shoulder, I see him: primed for pleasure, ready to dive in. He’s throbbing for me. His eyes don’t leave me for a second.
“I’m going to remember you bent over like this for the rest of my life, Dani. Lo guiro.”
I swear.
I bite my bottom lip as lust courses through me, and then I start moaning. The louder and sexier I moan, the more he shakes, the more he wants me. It’s like I’m playing him even as I’m the one tied up. The chemistry is unreal.
I’ve never even been spanked before. I don’t think I’d even like it with any other man, but with Angelo I can’t wait.
And then, oh fuck, he brings his hand to my ass.
“A tight, perfect ass just for me,” he groans. “Dani, I’d call you beautiful but that’d be a goddamn understatement. Stick your ass out more. That’s it.”
“Don’t make me wait,” I say, straining at the tie. I like the feel of it digging lightly into my wrists, reminding me that I’m his.
He spanks me. Not hard, but not exactly soft either. I jolt forward as I feel the kissing slap on my ass, knowing that there will be a pale bruise there tomorrow. Then he does it again. I’m moaning. I can’t help myself. Each time he does it, his hand slides up between my legs, toward my sex, and pauses there for a second. He’s teasing me.
He spanks me like he owns me and I love every second of it.
I arch my eyebrow at him. His dark eyes get excited as he looks me up and down like I’m a sculpture or something. I feel seen, truly seen, that way very few people look at you.
I feel like I’m the only woman who exists for Angelo.
He tugs at my jeans and I wriggle, helping him. He pulls them around my knees and then grips my thighs, pushing them together. He leans back in that studying-a-sculpture way again.
“Getting a good look?”
I should feel self-conscious, bent over the bar, my center bared right there for him. But I don’t. It’s crazy.
Then he slides his cock out of his pants. There’s something wild about this, both of us not even naked, like we just can’t wait any longer.
“Oh fuck,” he growls as he slides in.
He spanks me lightly before he leans forward, burying himself to the hilt, his cock buried so deeply into me it’s like we’re joined together. My ass cheeks press against his rock-hard belly pressing through his shirt. “I can’t—I can’t let myself go so soon, Dani, but you feel fucking perfect.” He slides out slowly, making me feel every inch of him. “I’m going to fuck you slow so I can watch your pussy gripping my cock.”
I grab the edge of the bar with my hands, still tied up, and grind back on him.
He goes harder. Faster.
I feel his whole body tightening up, his hands clawing at my ass cheeks. He picks up speed, growling, and then I can’t really hear anything anymore because a surprise orgasm hits me. I scream so loudly the tendons press against my throat. I feel like I’m going to burst.
He roars and leans over me, biting my shoulder. I turn and kiss his cheek, and then his lips when he turns to me.
We finish as we kiss furiously, our teeth clicking together, my pussy pulsing as his cock begins to wilt.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls, staying inside me for a moment. “You have to be my fake wife, Dani. Nobody else will do. It has to be you.”
Welp, that’s an instant mood killer.
I step away from him, unknotting the tie from my wrists. I shake my head as I pull up my jeans. “Why did you have to say that?” I sigh. “Why did you have to ruin it?”
He considers me with baleful eyes. “You are the one to do it.”
I roll my eyes. “See, here’s the thing. We were just having a great time but now you’ve gone and reminded me that you threatened my little brother the last time you brought this up. So, you know, I think I’ll be going now.”
I march toward the door. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little annoyed that he doesn’t try to stop me. He just watches me go, this smirk on his face, hands tucked in his pockets.
As I go, I tell myself I don’t give a fuck about him, anyway.
Knowing that every word of that is a lie.
15
Dani
The next day, I wake up and the first thing I think about is Angelo, which really ticks me off. As I get ready for my shift, I tell myself that I’m done with him for the day.
And yet, as I drive my Beetle to work, I keep thinking I see his face in the faces of strangers: standing outside a café, sitting in the car next to me, doing pull-ups in the front window of the gym. It doesn’t help that as I shift against the seat, I can feel the evidence of last night, the bruises. I bite my lip and bury those thoughts somewhere else.
Then I catch a look at myself in the mirror, with hardly any makeup on, my ponytail pulled tight in badass work mode, and I let it go.
EMT Dani does not bite her lip and moan and pine over some pretty boy asshole. EMT Dani doesn’t even have to think about that presumptuous handsome arrogant dickhead.
After stashing some stuff in the locker, I walk out to Betty to find Ricky leaning against it with a box of doughnuts in his hands. He holds them up like a peace offering. “Truce, Dani?” he says. “I don’t know if I’ve got it in me for another awkward shift.”
I look at him for a few long moments. Ricky is a douchebag and a jackass, but he’s my partner and we’re friends, or at least something like friends. Plus, he’s right. It has been awkward since I’ve been giving him the cold shoulder.
“Truce,” I sigh, taking a doughnut. “But if you ever put me in that position again, I’ll turn you into a doughnut.”
He narrows his eyes, half smiling. “What does that even mean?”
I laugh tiredly. “That it’s too early to think of a decent threat. Come on. Let’s get to it.”