~Joan~
I’d never seen anything more sensual than a blindfolded woman swaying to a rhythm only she could hear.
Joan’s hips moved in lazy, deliberate circles, her hands gliding down her body as if savoring every inch of herself. She turned slowly, her movements hypnotic, while I sat perched on the edge of my bed, hard as stone and completely captivated.
The red dress she wore hugged every curve, a second skin that left little to the imagination. The thought of Matthew’s eyes raking over her creamy skin earlier sent fury rising in my chest.
One strap slid off her shoulder, then the other, leaving the dress barely clinging to her chest. Her movements slowed, teasing me with the inevitability of the fabric’s fall.
My eyes snapped to her face-those full lips parted slightly as her breathing quickened. Lips I wanted to taste. Lips that drove me insane whenever they opened to argue.
Then, slowly, the dress slipped lower, revealing the perfect swell of her breasts. Firm, round, flawless. Mine. My hands twitched with the need to claim them. Everything about her-her skin, her scent, her defiance-called to me, testing the limits of my control.
She ran her hands over her breasts, kneading softly, and her sharp intake of breath told me she wasn’t just performing for me; she was getting lost in her own desire.
I knew Joan had her fantasies. Ever since the night I’d spanked her, I could sense the edge she wanted to walk. Tonight, I wanted to push her further, see just how far she’d let me take her.
As the dress slipped to her waist, her flat, toned stomach came into view. She turned around, giving me a view of her back-smooth skin, delicate shoulders that made me want to bite down and mark her.
She was effortlessly stunning, the kind of beauty people fought to imitate. But Joan? She wore it like it was her birthright.
A low hiss escaped through my teeth as I loosened my fly. My need to touch myself was overwhelming, but I wanted to savor her a little longer.
When her panties came into view, a sliver of black against her pale skin, I was done for. She stepped out of her dress, a goddess in her element, and I couldn’t help but wonder how we’d wasted years fighting when we could have been doing this all along.
I stood and moved toward her quietly, the predator in me knowing her senses would be on high alert now that her sight was gone. I circled her, drinking in every detail, memorizing the curve of her waist, the slope of her hips.
Stopping in front of her, I let my finger trail down in between my breasts. Her gasp was sharp, her breath hitching as my touch sparked through her.
“Perfect,” I murmured before stepping behind her.
She reached for the waistband of her panties, but I caught her hands and pulled them back.
“Leave it on,” I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. She hesitated, then obeyed, letting her hands fall to her sides.
I wrapped a hand around her neck, my chest pressing into her back, my lips brushing against her ear. She shivered at the contact, her body instinctively pressing into me.
“So, what will your punishment be, kitten?” I asked, my voice low. “Spanking? I fuck you from behind, your hands tied, your eyes covered? Or do we play chase?”
Her breath came out shaky, her head tipping back slightly to rest against me.
“Do you think you’re fast enough to catch me, Thompson?” she whispered, her voice breathy and filled with a challenge.
A smile curved my lips. Predictable, but still, she’d chosen. Chase.
“Think carefully, kitten,” I warned. “If I catch you, I’ll do whatever I want with you. No limits. Deal?”
Her pulse thudded against my fingers, her silence giving away her hesitation before she finally answered, “Deal.”
With one swift tug, the blindfold came loose, and I stepped back as she turned around, her green eyes meeting mine. They burned with challenge, curiosity, and desire.
“Ten seconds, kitten. Go for it,” I gave her a head start, watching as she darted for the door, pulling it open and slamming it behind her.
I counted the seconds, letting her believe she was in control, then strode out of the room, my footsteps silent as I hunted her down.
The sitting room, the kitchen, the bathrooms-nothing. Smart girl. I headed back upstairs just as I heard a soft click from my bedroom. My lips twitched into a smirk.
She’d gone to the one place where I wouldn’t suspect. I opened the door quietly.
She was in the closet. I’d seen the door drift shut.
Pulling it open, I found her standing there, her eyes wide, bright, and defiant. She blinked, caught off guard, but didn’t say a word.
“I found you, kitten,” I said, cocking my head as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“You cheated,” she accused, but I didn’t bother responding.
I pushed her against the wall, grabbing one of her thighs and hitching it around my waist and ignoring the gasp that fell off her lips.
“How wet are you?” I murmured, sliding her panties aside and dipping a finger into her. Well, my girl was soaked.
“This would be hard and fast. Something you wouldn’t like,” I warned, freeing my cock and teasing her entrance.
She didn’t have time to argue before I thrust into her, her gasp echoing in the small space. Her muscles clamped around me, tight and hot, pulling me deeper.
I set a brutal pace, slamming into her again and again, her eyes remained on mine as she trembled in my arms. I groaned as I reached my peak, spilling my seeds into her as my body shook with release.
When I let her leg fall back to the ground, she sagged against me, trying to catch her breath.
“I’m disappointed, Thompson,” she said, her voice soft but teasing.
I spanked her ass -hard, earning a startled gasp.
“Don’t get comfortable, kitten. I’m far from done with you,” I muttered, pressing my lips to her ear.
Her breathing quickened as she melted into me, her body pliant in my hands.
“It’s going to be a long night,” I promised. “And by the time I’m finished, the thought of another man won’t even cross your mind.”
And I meant every word. As for Matthew? I’d deal with him soon enough.