Hale looks down at the toy buzzing in his hand and then back up at me with a devious glint in his eyes. “Now, what should we do with this?”

I’m practically squirming on the countertop. He can read me like a book. He knows I want to feel the buzz of the toy against me. But trying to maintain my composure, even with my hands tied behind my back and my bare breasts thrust out, I lift my chin. “Do you always carry a vibrator around in your suit jacket?”

“When I’m working with bad little girls who need to be fucked? Yes.”

My eyebrows dart up as my bravado fades away. “It seems you’ve thought of everything.”

“I told you I’m the best.”

His tone is confident, sure, direct. He is at his most beautiful when he’s like this. Tall. Commanding. In charge. I like it way more than I ever dreamed I would.

“Have you ever used a toy like this, Brielle?”

I’ve used a vibrator before; I’m not that innocent. “Yes,” I murmur.

His jaw twitches. “But have you used it here?”

He places the toy against my nipple, which hardens instantly as unexpected pleasure jolts through me. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Warm, delicious heat builds as the toy hums against my sensitive skin. He circles one nipple and then the other, watching as my chest heaves. Desire coils tightly inside me, and my body silently screams for a release.

“How does that feel, pet?” he asks, his tone low and sultry, and his eyes glued to my breasts.

“G-good,” I manage.

“Hmm. Just good?”

I meet his intense stare, watching, waiting to see what he’ll do next.

His hand, along with the toy disappears under my skirt, and seconds later I feel the vibration against my panties. He moves the toy back and forth over me, and the warm pulses push my pleasure to its limits. My hips move on their own, writhing, rocking to get closer.

“And how about this?”

“Oh God,” I moan.

He presses the toy right against my clit, and I immediately build toward climax.

“Don’t come. Do you understand me?” Hale says.

I moan, a tiny cry bubbling in my throat. There’s no way I can hold back, but I nod my head.

“Good girl.”

With his free hand, he unlatches his belt, reaches inside his pants, and pulls out his already erect cock. While still stimulating me, he strokes himself up and down his long shaft. My gaze is glued to him. He’s so open, so free with his body, so sexually confident. It’s a huge turn-on.

The buzzing between my thighs pushes me closer and closer toward release, and I bite down on my lower lip, crying out in a mix of pleasure and pain at holding it back.

“Hale,” I pant, desperate for more.

He turns off the toy and helps me down from the counter. I’m reeling from our encounter and struggling to process what comes next. Soon, I’m on the floor between his feet, looking up at him when I realize the front door is still unlocked, and someone could come in at any time. The secret thrill of being discovered only excites me more. My breath comes in ragged pants; I’m so needy and desperate for more.

Hale pulls my blouse open, then slides it along with my bra down my shoulders so my chest is fully exposed. He palms my breasts in his hands, pushing them together to create ample cleavage. The little toy has disappeared back inside his pocket, and I mourn its loss.

He runs his cock along the valley of my breasts, and his chest shudders with a sharp inhale.

“Fuck. No lube. I guess I haven’t thought of everything.” He holds his palm in front of my mouth. “Spit,” he commands.

I do, wetting his palm with a drop of saliva.

He coats his cock in the moisture and then slides it between my breasts. He moves with controlled thrusts, his cock, as hard as stone, plunging into the space between my breasts. It’s highly erotic watching him, and I’m transfixed. All but for the tick in his jaw and the pulse thrumming in his neck, you’d never know he was about to lose control.

“Fucking hell,” he groans and takes his cock in his hand. After a few uneven strokes, his warm come is decorating my breasts, dripping onto my nipples, and covering my chest. He moans my name and my pussy tightens, clenching as a rush of endorphins hit my system.

I’ve never done anything even remotely like this—a midday romp at a model home—where anyone could come waltzing in. But it seems with this man, I’m not myself. I’m no longer boring, hardworking, bookworm Brie. I’m someone sexy, wanton, daring, and spontaneous. I fucking love it.

Hale helps me to my feet and turns on the water, warming it before wiping me clean with handfuls of toilet paper.

He unties my wrists and I stretch them, the loss of blood flow making my hands tingly and cool to the touch. He lifts each to his mouth, pressing soft kisses to my palms and the underside of each wrist, inspecting each hand carefully.

His dark eyes latch onto mine. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “I’m fine. A little sexually frustrated, but I’ll live.” I smile, trying to convey that my wrists really are fine.

“Today was about teaching you a lesson.”

“I know,” I say demurely.

“You did very well.” He kisses my lips once, softly, and I immediately lean into him, wanting more. He chuckles against my mouth. “Next time,” he promises.

Next time. Such beautiful words. I’m already anticipating it way more than I should.

Chapter Fourteen