Deception (Infidelity #3)(93)
With his eyes fixed only on me, Nox moved the small white container from my lap to the floor. His hand moved shamelessly under my dress. I’d long since given up the idea that Isaac and even Clayton wouldn’t witness some of their boss’s advances. Nox simply didn’t seem to care that they were present.
I gasped.
At the brush of his fingers on my bare skin, my blood forgot its assignment. Digesting my food was no longer a priority. My circulatory system accelerated its functions with a vengeance, tightening my core.
“N-Nox,” I panted as I leaned toward him.
“My patience has expired,” Nox said, lifting my skirt and exposing the top of the stockings.
The sound he expelled was somewhere between a growl and a hiss as he tenderly refastened the small clasp from the garter belt to the top lace of the stockings.
“Is that really necessary?” I asked. “I mean, won’t you be unhooking that soon?”
Nox’s grin broadened as his fingers moved higher. “Not until I have you begging for relief.”
Begging? I was ready to start before we ever made it to the apartment.
Hours? Days? Weeks? Later…
More likely only minutes…
We were in our apartment. Nox placed the food container on the kitchen counter and tugged my hand toward the bedroom. Only briefly did I consider that the pastries should be refrigerated.
Maybe less than briefly.
The sweets were forgotten as Nox spun me around and slowly lowered the zipper on the back of my dress. Breathlessly, he stood back and watched as the red material puddled at my feet, leaving my breasts exposed with only the garter belt, stockings, and shoes remaining.
“Not even fucking close,” Nox exclaimed. “My imagination… you are so damn sexy.” His pale eyes raked over me from my Louboutins to my auburn hair, burning my skin as his gaze scorched everything in its path.
While the air in our room filled with electricity, the ions and neutrons pulsed faster and faster. I found it hard to believe that this man staring at me had just eaten a four-course meal. Everything about him emanated an air of starvation.
My flesh tingled with goose bumps as I realized that I was his next meal.
“Up on the bed, princess.”
I looked down questioningly at my shoes and back to Nox.
Silently, he shook his head before adding, “No, I want you just like you are.”
As I turned toward the bed, his large hand landed loudly upon my bare ass, the sting sending vibrations to my core and reminding me of the silver buckle.
“I-I forgot,” I confessed as I scooted up the mattress to the headboard. “I wanted to misbehave.”
When I turned back around, my lungs fought to inhale. Surprise. Uncertainty. Anticipation. Excitement. My mind swirled with emotions as Nox walked from the dressing room, his expression contracting my insides to a painful pitch. In his hands he held a pink case and a coil of satin.
He really is going to awaken my vibrator.
“It’s a good thing you didn’t…” he said and after a pause added, “…misbehave.”
“It is?”
Nox opened the case to my purple vibrator. “Because, princess, tonight’s punishment wouldn’t be my belt, though as I said, the one I’m wearing is now my favorite. I told you on the phone how I’d punish you. Do you remember?”
My exposed breasts rose and fell as my nipples tightened. “By not letting me come?” I asked, my voice softening as my thighs came together and lip disappeared behind my teeth. I could barely recall his question as my mind fully focused on the man before me. With the pink case and satin placed on the edge of the bed, Nox removed his clothes piece by piece until each one had disappeared, falling messily to the floor surrounding our bed.
Once he was naked, his broad chest turned my direction, and rock-hard erection sprung forward, pointing toward the ceiling. “Only good girls get to come,” he said as reached for the coil of black satin and crawled across the mattress toward me.
I wanted to reach out and touch him, to take his length in my grasp and stroke the solid rod covered with his velvety smooth, stretched skin. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t move or speak. I couldn’t do anything but watch with wide eyes as Nox’s defined muscles flexed and he inched closer. Each movement reminded me of a panther slowly approaching its prey.
I was the prey.
The warmth of Nox’s body covered mine, his flesh a spark to my kindling. Heat surged as he moved upward and lifted my hands.
“Do you trust me?”
It was the same question he always asked, and each time the answer came with less hesitation. “I do.”
Carefully, Nox bound my wrists before securing them to the headboard. I tugged against the restraints as he ran the tips of his fingers from the inside of my wrist, along my exposed breasts, all the way down to my waist. His chest inflated as he teased the edge of the garter belt. His hands continued their exploration as he ran lower, moving my legs to his desired position. When Nox was done, my knees were bent, the high heels were against the sheets, and my core was fully exposed.
Lowering his lips he kissed the inside of my thigh just above the stocking—but not as high as I wanted—and deeply inhaled. “You’re fucking perfect.” His deep tone sent ripples through my body causing my insides to quiver. Glancing up at me with navy swirling in his light blue eyes, Nox added, “I was wrong earlier at the restaurant.”