Read The Arrangement (The Blankenships Book 9) Online
Authors: Evelyn Glass
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Had he seriously remembered the fancy drink she’d ordered weeks ago, when he hadn’t even yet known her name? Holy crap. If she’d had any doubts about him left, they were erased as he quietly waited for her answer. “Yes, thank you.”
He gestured to the bartender, ordering a tonic water with a twist for himself. He’d never been a heavy drinker, but since he went back on his meds, he’d said that he felt better if he abstained. They settled at a corner table, and she nestled into his side. Her cunt burned from the push and stretch of his fingers, and her nipples tingled almost painfully from their swelling and hardening under pressure, but all she wanted was more.
She barely touched her drink. She wasn’t giving him a single excuse to back off or decide to try another night. If he really and truly wasn’t ready, she would survive, but he wasn’t going to excuse himself on her behalf.
“Why are we out here?” She murmured into his ear, loving the shiver as she let her lips brush the sensitive lobe. “Why aren’t you fucking me yet?”
He raised an eyebrow at her and sipped his tonic water. “Princess, I could have fucked you at home. Last I checked, you wanted me to take you out.”
She resisted the urge to huff like a petulant teenager. It was harder than she’d expected.
“Oh,” he said, his voice still full of laughter. “It’s not as much fun when you’re being teased, is it?”
There was a question there, and she loved that he asked. He always asked, every single time.
“Rutabaga,” she said.
He glanced at her, his brows knit.
“Cucumber. Zucchini. Carrots. Uh. Tomatoes don’t count.”
He laughed then, laughed hard. “You’re listing off vegetables.”
“And in my current lust-induced state, I can’t think of more. Please, no more teasing.” She fluttered her darkened lashes. “Pretty please.”
If it wouldn’t have gotten them banned from the club, she was pretty sure he would have swept the table clear, laid her out on it, and buried his mouth in her pussy immediately. Hell, it might not have gotten them banned. And was it ever a tempting fantasy. But not right now. She wanted more than just that.
He stood, following her dark desires, and threaded his fingers through hers.
***
The door closed behind them, and then Alex’s hands were on her hips, pulling her hard against him as his mouth made slow and steady trails of heat down the side of her neck. His cock against her felt like a bar of hot iron, even though the layers of clothing.
He circled one arm around her waist, holding her hips firmly against his, and his other hand began to explore her body. He didn’t duck under her clothing, not yet, just tracing the outlines and curves of her body through the soft fabrics. “Are you going to tell me what surprises are in store for me?” He asked, his breath making his words hot in her ear, “Or do I have to find out every single one for myself?”
She pressed her hips back against him, savoring his groan as her ass ground into the heat of his cock. “You tell me, sir,” she said, putting an emphasis on the word that made her nipples tighten painfully in the grip of the clamps. “I’m entirely at your disposal.”
He went still for just a moment, and took a long, slow breath. “I will spend the rest of my life working to deserve you,” he murmured.
It made her chuckle, just a little, and she turned in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. “See that you do, and I’ll do the same.”
He tightened his arms around her waist, crushing her to him, and lifted her up off her feet. Their mouths met with a crash of tongue and teeth. She couldn’t quite wrap her legs around his waist—the skirt was too tight, and he hadn’t pulled it up to her hips yet—so she settled for locking her ankles behind his thighs and clinging to him like a burr. He carried her towards the bed, and they fell forward in a tangle. He moved his mouth for a moment, to keep from clacking his teeth against hers, and then he was on her again, dragging his tongue down her skin as she sighed, arching her hips up into him again.
“Tell me what you deserve,” he said, and time contracted brightly. She was fresh and new against him, then, staring into his eyes for the first time, not even knowing his name, just knowing that she was safe in his arms, and that no matter what he did, she could trust him.
She was in that first moment, but at the same time, she was cushioned by all the things they’d done together, all the things they’d learned about each other. She felt his body, his heat, encircling her, and she was both delighted by the newness of feeling and incredibly safe and warmed by the idea that they’d been through hell and survived. There was no threat they hadn’t already faced together.
Whatever happened, they were going to make it through.
“I deserve you,” she said. “Angry, ugly, loving, beautiful. I deserve all of you.”
He drew back from her, his palms resting lightly on either side of her face, holding her gaze. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she responded.
And then he took the left side of her blouse, twisted it in his hand, and ripped savagely at it. Buttons popped everywhere; some made it through their holes, but others popped off; one pinged him on the cheek, and Zoey had to cover her face to try and shove the giggles back inside. “Classy,” she murmured.
He stuck his tongue out at her, but it was an almost absent gesture. With the layer of cloth pulled free from her breasts, he could see the clear outline of the clamps. “Holy Christ in heaven,” he murmured, and then he fell on her, his thighs pressing into the V of her thighs as his mouth wrapped around her nipple.
She arched up into his mouth, surprised at the strangeness of the sensation. It was both more intense and more distant, but it was wholly other and completely delightful. He teased the underside of her other breast with his fingers, tracing lines of heat into her yielding flesh as she whimpered. His tongue was fierce on her nipple, shifting the clamp as he worked the tight nub in his mouth.
She was incredibly grateful she’d chosen a front clasp bra. He made short work of the fastening, letting her small breasts spill free, the silk still clinging around her arms.
He was still clothed, and the fabric of his trousers felt painfully rough between her sensitive thighs. She wanted to clamp her knees around his legs and drag him down, rock her aching, empty pussy against his thigh until he got the hint, and fucked her just as hard as he wanted to. She could feel the want, the sheer intense need that he’d been holding back for so long, and she was tired of it. She was tired of taking only half of what he wanted to give.
“Are you going to tease me all night, or are you going to fuck me already?”
His teeth closed on her nipple, behind the clamp, and pain blossomed in her breast. She loved it, loved the anger in his eyes as he let her feel just how much he could hurt her, if he wanted to, and then backed off. “It seems to me,” he said, as he leaned back, pulling himself up to kneel between her spread thighs. “That you’ve been teasing me all night long.” His long fingers played down her belly, teasing at the hair on her mound, tracing out lines of her vulva like he was coloring her in. “Seems to me that maybe, it’s okay for you to get a little of your own back.”
He turned his hand around and spanked her vulva with the back of his hand. It wasn’t a stinging feeling as much as it was an insulting one, and she arched with eagerness and indignation mixed together. He reached forward, teasing at her breast again as his hand taunted her, refusing to let her be, but refusing to give her any kind of satisfaction at all.
She could see the line of his cock, clearly outlined in his pants, and she wanted him in her mouth so much that her saliva glands were working overtime. He followed her gaze, seeing what she saw, and he grinned. “Is this what you want?” His fingers traced his length, and she saw his eyelids flutter from the heat of his own touch. “You want me?”
She nodded, unsure if she was allowed to speak.
He stroked her pussy, running his finger through her wet cunt almost absently. “Well. I’m going to have to think about that.” One hand teasing her cunt, teasing her pussy as she rocked her hips and tilted and twisted, trying to find his fingers and fill herself. She knew she’d come, screaming, as soon as he entered her, and maybe he knew it too, because he kept teasing, leaving her swollen and aching. And he was teasing himself, too, rubbing the head of his dick through his pants, stroking the length where it lay rigid alongside his thigh. “I’ll have to decide if you deserve it.” His finger swirled through the opening of her, and she cried out, bucking as hard as she dared, but he slapped at her clit again, making it sting this time. “Bad little girl,” he murmured. “Naughty little girl. I don’t think you understand who is in control in this moment.”
“You are,” she murmured, trying to swallow the ache and let it condense and tighten like carbon into a diamond. When she came, when he finally let her come, she would be made of diamonds.
“I am,” he agreed, and he stepped back, leaving her cold on the bed. “Stand up,” he said. “Come here.
The sound his belt made as he pulled it free from the loops of his pants made her shiver, but she did what he said, standing and walking across the floor to him. There was a full length mirror hanging on the wall there. It wasn’t anything fancy, nothing framed, just a floor to ceiling mirror like you might see in a dance studio. There was a barre in front of it, and he took her hands, placing them one at a time on the length of wood. He took her hips and guided her back several steps so that her back was at an angle and her butt stuck out behind her.
He doubled the belt over and smacked it into his hand twice, letting her hear the sharp, thick sound of the leather’s impact on flesh.
“You don’t deserve it,” he said. “Not yet. First, we have to make sure you deserve it.”
Her pussy was so wet that she was sure her juices would be running down her thighs, leaving cold trails as they dried. She wanted him to lick her, she wanted him to fuck her, she wanted him to hit her with that belt until she came from the sensation.
The first touch, though, wasn’t of the leather smacking her tender ass. No, the first touch was almost a caress, the butter soft expensive leather tracing down her spine.
Then came the slap.
It stung so hard that she cried out in pain. It was hot, burning hot, and the edges of where he’d hit stung so hard that tears stood out in her eyes. Her hands gripped the barre so tight that the veins stood out, but it wasn’t because of the pain. The pain was there, but it was clarifying, tense and tight, and she was on fire now, burning down to the very core of her. He would hit her again—yes—and she would be exposed, sheered down to the deepest, darkest parts of herself, and it would be amazing. And then she would deserve everything he could give her, and everything she could give him in return.
The third blow was too sharp, slapping against flesh that was already red and raised. She cried out, but before she even said a word, she heard the belt hit the floor, and he was there, touching around the tender area. What he saw must have satisfied him, and in truth, the pain was fading fast now.
“Are you clean now?” He asked, his voice low and growling. “Are you tender and raw and stripped down naked for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped, sure that what he was really asking for was permission to continue. “Yes.”
His fingers probed her folds as she heard his zipper let go. His pants were kicked into a corner, and his shirt followed. He was standing behind her, his cock at full attention, brushing lightly at her swollen sex. She relaxed, ready for him to enter her, but he didn’t press forward. Not yet.