“That so? Well, yourfirstmistake is thinking I’m not interested. It just so happens, little girl, that I’mveryinterested in what you offered. I just have my conditions. Want to know what your second mistake was?”
She swallowed and for a second was absolutely sure shedidn’twant to know. She said nothing and felt his hand sliding up under her t-shirt. The rough calloused skin brushed across the smooth bare flesh just above her jeans and she bit back a moan.
“Your second mistake,” he continued, without waiting for her response. “was in assuming I couldn’t come up with a way to teach you a lesson. Punishment isn’t all about blistering spankings and corner time, Charlie.”
Her head snapped up so fast at the mention of blistering spankings that she almost cracked him in the chin, but he ducked back in time, chuckling. His other arm slid around her because he needed them both to unfasten the front of her too-tight jeans so he could fit his hand down inside.
She helped, by taking a wider stance and leaning back against him. A low moan escaped her, as his fingers worked their way down into her panties to press between her folds.
He found her clit easily and began to stroke and strum across the tight little ball of nerves. It wasn’t the easiest position to hold, and in the back of her mind she was aware that there were still a few people around that could catch them like this—but she didn’t protest.
It was hard to care about the embarrassment of getting caught when he was playing her body like an instrument and she was desperately wanting more. Things tightened inside slowly but never quite enough. She shifted, trying to give him more access, but what she wanted was impossible while standing and fully dressed.
He laughed against her ear. “Something wrong, Charlie?”
In a voice that was out of breath and bordered on a whine she replied, “I want you… please. Let’s…let’s go in the tack room.” People were always walking in and out of his office, but the tack room, for whatever reason, had a latch on the inside and no one was likely to check in there anyway.
“Hmm, sounds tempting, but I don’t think so. I like you right here, like this. Your mouth isn’t being sassy when you’re a needy little girl.” He nipped the delicate flesh of her earlobe, tugging it between his teeth while his fingers continued to play between her thighs.
She whimpered, squirming frantically to get just the right amount of friction and just when she thought she was almost there—he stopped. It took a second to register and by the time it did, he’d pulled his hand free and was letting her go. It didn’t even occur to her to protest because she assumed he’d changed his mind and they would be finding someplace a little more private.
That’s not what happened. He landed a hefty swat across her ass that burned even through the denim and she spun around with a look of outraged surprise on her face.
“Get this stall finished, and do it right or…” He let the threat trail off and even though she knew it was bait she couldn’t help asking.
“Orwhat?”
“Or I won’t answer when you show up at my house tonight.”
So many frustrated, angry words tried to come out at once that she was left speechless, mouth working without any sound coming out. He gave her a smug look and leaned in, pushing her chin up with one finger until her mouth closed. “Be a good girl, or you don’t get what you want, Charlie.”
And then he left!
She couldn’t believe he just walked away and left her there. She finished the job with angry jerking motions and a whole lot of muttered insults and curses, but she made sure he’d have nothing to criticize her for later.
She was mostly angry at herself for not just dropping the rake and leaving. That would have shown him! He seemed to think that he was some sort of addiction and that she wouldn’t survive him getting her hot and bothered unless he took care of it.
It wasn’t like she didn’t have the tools to do it herself. She could absolutely just go home—but she didn’t. He knew exactly what worked on her and no matter how much she snarled over it they both knew she was going to go home and shower and then show up on his doorstep hoping for more.
And as much as she could deny that she found the tease and denial hot, her body knew better. The evidence was there in her soaked panties and the pulsing between her legs that continued even through the long hot shower. There was no reason she couldn’t have let her fingers play while she lounged in the steam, bringing some relief then to her throbbing core.
Even if she was still going to hunt him up afterwards, it wasn’t like one or two shower orgasms would do more than blunt the edge. She was sorely tempted, but she just scrubbed the smell of hard work and animals off her skin instead.
She chose to let the hunger grow and she didn’t want to think too much about why she was making that choice. It definitely wasn’t to please him though. She was almost positive about that.Almost.
Chapter 7
It was worth it when she knocked on his door and he pulled her into his arms immediately. “Feeling punished yet, Charlie?” he asked, chuckling.
She scowled. “No!” Then she reconsidered her response, “Well, maybe a little. Mostly I felt frustrated. Getting me all excited and then sending me back to work was mean, Sam, but it wasn’t very punishing. If anything, I…” She paused; her eyes dropped down to his chest as she licked her bottom lip nervously. “I kind of liked it.”
It was hard to admit that sort of thing, but waiting had certainly added a lot to it. Not to mention having him take control like that. That little taste of cruelty as she’d watched him walk away had done something to her that was beyond sexual. It had taken her a while to calm down and get over being miffed about it, but now it was like he’d flipped a switch inside of her. She snuck a look up at his expression to see what he was thinking.
His mouth curled up at one side and he looked amused at the confession. “That was just a little taste, Charlie. A small sample of the kind of thing I could do to you if I really wanted to be mean. You like it now, because you’re here and you assume that I’m going to help you get rid of all the sexual frustration. I bet you’d like it a lot less if I got you wound up and then tied you down, spread-eagled, and let you stay that way all night.” The look on his face made it plain he was picturing her in that exact position and he liked the idea.
She swallowed hard. He was right, she’d hate it while it was happening, but there was no convincing her body that hearing him say it wasn’t the hottest thing ever. She pushed against him and felt the bulge of a growing erection already straining the front of the loose pajama bottoms he wore.
His bare chest was still damp from the shower and his hair hung limp and wet around his face. The occasional bead of water traveled across his skin, and when one rolled down over his shoulder, she couldn’t resist leaning in to lick it away. “Maybe,” she admitted, sounding unconvinced. “But I’m not supposed to like punishment, right?”
